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"Gangsta Zone"

They look for us,
But they don't see us,
It's strange,
Niggaz asking themselves why,
They don't see us,
It's da game,
And everybody,
Tryina have us,
And there's nothing,
They could do,
With da cops,
Search for me every where,
And everybody's like goin blind,
It's strange men

[Verse 1:]
Gangsta World,
Niggaz be preaching,
But gunz speak,
Da money and the power possesed,
Gives you a crown,
All we do is rush out,
To fight and hustle,
Get da money and the power,
All about ma tables,
Fuckin hoes,
Makes you the man,
Mo money and mo bi**hes,
Flock around ma table,
Cause money call bi**hes,
And bi**hes give ya pussy,
Get u high,
Make u feelin really yaself,
Smokin woo,
A gangstas paradise,
Gets u high,
Make u supafly,
Dats why we drug dealers,
Always sellin da dope,
We make da money,
So purchase em hoes,
Drug barons,
Cop chasers,
Make da world,
Make da game,
And we own da gun,
Cause if yahonour da gun,
Ude always gonna be dead,
So keep ya head out,
Become a dangerous man.

This fo ma niggaz,
Foem kids who keep,
Envyin me,
Da streets are rough,
No try a go ma way,
Am a nigga,
In da hood,
Whose got all da fame,
All da power,
No one could break ma neck.

[Verse 2:]
Am a G,
In da hood,
Who's wanted dead,
Got a bullet in ma crane,
Still playin da boss,
Da cops tryna press me,
But still I rise,
I roam da streets,
Always ready to die,
Got a dream must archieve,
And ma tears run dry,
Keep on ballin,
And hustling hard,
To make ma cash,
I roam da streets,
And I run ma life,
Keep on playin da nasty games,
In a fight to survive,
Same drug baron,
Neva be stopped,
By a bum,
Shave him bald,
And I twist his neck,
Ready to kill,
For ma cash,
Got to get so fly,
I murder fo fancy,
So no stand ma way,
Muscle ma cash,
Right up into ma block,
Cold blooded gangsta killa,
Out for paper power,
Make da money,
And fame,
Go right unda ma feet,
So am still da king,
And am called da champ

[Verse 3:]
Greatest rappa,
Made all da money,
In da hood,
Fuckin bi**hes,
Ma niggaz,
Keep on envyin me,
Attacking from all directions,
I got old skills,
And old styles,
Crushin da new,
No matter what,
Old thug,
Keepin a close,
Eye on fresh breed,
And silently,
Waiting out to devour em,
Jealous ones,
Keep on conspiring,
To hook me up,
I own da game,
And make ma world,
Quest fo revenge,
So violently,
Strayin up ma camp,
To see da bitter side of me,
Tryina stress me up,
Makin ma world fade,
It was just fury and rage,
Playin out da same beat,
They neva got a better story,
Comin from me,
Kickin their asses off,
Burning em all up,
Makin niggaz,
To neva come around again,
Like rap saints,
Preaching to da ghetto infero.

U know mike,
These niggaz don't know me,
We are da crowned killaz,
We own da world,
And we rule da game,
Aniggaz still envious about da game,
No niggaztryna get me intro da game,
And da cops tryina see me,
But they can't see me,
Am hidden.

[Thanks to Tayong Tsi Joseph (tatsijo@yahoo.com) for these lyrics]

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