question... You ever felt like the nigga alive? Felt too pretty or to die? the truth... You felt ugly enough to cry? Have you begged for mercy? Have you wished you died? the truth... Have you taken pride in the crime? too hungry to break down or hide? Felt low down dirty? Or super high? Or contemplated murder, robbery, or the truth... Taken for trouble in your mind? Or taken down a number? For taking up a I made her wild, beautiful take her 'til she her to the penthouse or take her to the skreet? the Truth... So the waterman he it to the beat And I it to the 'mic So we takin' what we Take it to your We take it to the bank Triple X, K Black we it to your face Like, G..."BANK BANK"
Gangsta, birth is danger like thug is the drug That make 'em in love When love don't love BANK, Gangsta, star sign is It's thug is the drug Ready rock, pump Man leanin' and they fiendin' Cuz can't get enough...
The Dee-Jay play this in the dance And every buggy on the got the tune on blast The TV is like the radio visuals too So shiny, so gutter, mean moody and the truth... They might be things that you wanna' do You fantasize as be living it through The big home with the beautiful You have a in the pool, and get fresh And a spin in the coupe the truth... You probably want to the world in your palm hold a gun in your hand And make 'em you a star the truth... And there's who probably already are They well known in they Or town or they block the truth... Then the rest who are usually not And the dose of thug feel like all that they got So ready to rock...R-r-rock...
Ha, ha, heh
Gangsta, birth sign is like thug is the drug That make 'em in love love don't love nobody [Gunshots, Gangsta, sign is danger like thug is the drug Ready rock, pump Man they and they fiendin' Cuz they get enough...
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