Kool G Rap - Gangsta lyrics

CHORUS: Gangsta, we keep it gangsta VERSE 1: NECRO: You're a government witness, no recovery for that sickness Just discovery of your ligaments in shipments To the District Attorney's office of business Crooked officers will off you when I insist Argyle j**els at high profile mob trials They won't get me behind bob wires My fam's connected, blam your neck, kid Leave you naked for the detectives f**ed your wiz with the lamb protective Everyone dead, the plan's objective Go to Miami and tan my erection Organized crime Get your organs organized in the morgue for droppin dimes Made my bones, I put blades to domes for daps Fumigate rats, carefully communicate on phones Inconspicuous on the blistering strips You grill me, I'll k** you like Al Capone's syphilis A shiv in your ribs for being chivalrous Jigged in your liver over frivolous trivial sh** The Necro social club, Kosher Nostra With the snub-nosed toaster, Sosa, shoot up your local pub Pistol whip ya mandible with the grip handle Enter your skull through your skully for pulling a Sammy the Bull I'm intangible You're a flammable flamboyant f*g in the can Your panties got pulled BRIDGE: Gangsta x2 We keep it gangsta Giacana Gangsta Necrodamus It's the Godfathers of the gangster d**h rap/ We keep it gangsta Criminal gang, pop them thangs Nec and G Rap make your brains hang Run up on you, pop your top hops Llamas, choppers, f** all coppers x2 VERSE 2: KOOL G RAP: Thug impression player, iron press your blazer Put him in press papers, EMS, press your chest to save ya f** you tryina impress, get hooked to respirators Cranium x-rayers, brainwave displayers Leave your brain like Rain Man's in the rain and lay ya Fish knife fillet ya, you Fisher-Price, I'm Guy Fisher type Fishermen rod to fish you later G official as a fist-up Panther party You get wheeled in a wheel chair, baby, pamper party I slumber party your family I'm part Hannibal breed, like animals deep in a dark safari No Christopher Reeves get to breathe, you seed seller I squeeze, fella, believe, bleed in a deep cellar No sea sheller, them shells Felony B's, fella You see, fella? no he fell in the weeds, fella Not convinced, sell your bullsh** to retailers Way too frail, you trail me? you see failure Go view some trailers You're too used to fiction, it's crucifixion, b**h I'll nail ya CHORUS: Gangsta We keep it gangsta We'll b**h smack ya with the gat Gangsta We keept it gangsta b**h smack, b**h smack you with the gat Criminal gang, pop them thangs Nec and G Rap make your brains hang Run up on you, pop your top hops Llamas, choppers, f** all coppers x2