Life in the Metro - Gangsta Boo

1 — We shootin' to kill, nigga

We shootin' to kill, nigga

Ain’t no fuckin' warning shots

When you come around here nigga

All the things that I got, yo

Is shit I worked hard for

Life in the metro’s so cold

I’m on some other type shit

I’m on some crazy ass shit

I’m on some fuck with me bitch

I’m on some get your ass kicked

It’s not the power of Miss

The work of secret politics

(The rumor’s turned to an arena)

Between the old and new bitch

I think ??

that don’t move to ??

Society has been the education of?

Movin' up the escalator

Risin' to the fuckin' top

Party on, don’t stop

In the air, super hot

Ya better beware

What we believe is what we share

To get rumblin' like the Bronx

Like the Chinese folks was there

I’m fuckin' live that is?

believe well?

It’s known to be the truth

It’s?

of hell, can ya feel Gangsta Boo nigga?

Who’s fuckin' side you think y’all on when shit pops off?

Hypnotize Minds down to blow a nigga ass off

With a fuckin' sawed off

Project told you once before

Workin' to ensure my victory

For my side ho

I’m in this world with no one to turn to

I’m livin' kinda thuggish

Thinkin' crooked, just to come up

You see this fuckin' world

And?

is without the beat

So I kick it by my lonely

This real G, to make my riches

Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses

I’m takin' losses

Cuz ??

resurrect from all this player hation

You see my nation is mass destruction

And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls

And it’s so bad because I know

Oh they done clickin' with the quickness

Because this system is makin' hard

How else can I make a livin'

And then my children

I’m thinkin' deeply

With wealth, it be a better future

It ain’t our fault that our enemies bleed

When I’m smokin' weed

It entoxes me

??

what I do to all you fake ass G’s, so please

Don’t go rubbin', ??

gonna make me

Get right down crazy

This city has got me pacin'

And I can’t take it

I’m thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow

I’m filled with drama

When I lose my soul, the?

those 3 numbers

You wonder what’s really real

When fuckin' with G’s like mack

Pop-pop from the Glock

Curiousity killed the cat

Bust it, we down for whatever

Whenever, what nigga, think you clever?

My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath

Death and stormy weather

It’s thunderin' and lightening

Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies

I’m runnin' up on the scene

???

up in a Farrari

I’m sorry, it’s killin' season

Killa Kaze and Prophet Posse

The last days we lit 'em

It ain’t no time to get sloppy

Standin' strong, holdin' on

Competition can’t stop it

To all my foes, I let you know

I keep that 9 in my pocket

I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse

The result from all the?

All was left was dead souls

To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the Bible

I sustain, in this game

A mack for life, I’m out this thang, man