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Curse Gangsta Rap

Refrain: Ich hab nichts gegen Gangsta Rap, ich hab nichts gegen Gangster die rappen, im Gegenteil, mann, ich lieb den scheiA? doch zu viele von den Jungs

, the reefa That keep 'em a pot of that sweetest cheeba Nigga yo, y'all know who that is (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that sing, dem niggas that rap They

really want they name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse

words to my first born, "Feel me" My words to my first born My words to my first born Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew

done it, confess you fronted Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it? Aiyyo the gangsta's back Stop it right where you at Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap

let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ain't bit her neck Open! I try to contain it but that dame thang's soakin' Alter ego say why you let them gang

everybody else doin' the copy cat is what They been taught, I'm ma get in the brain of the lame I contain pain and I'm ma give it to the rap game The

clothes on (*laughing*) A bitch "Made Man", now how you gonna connect With those short ass arms like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggaz could scream holla and curse

a banana with braids and clothes on? A bitch made man, now how you gonna connect with them short ass arms like a tyrannasaurus rex? You niggaz can scream, holler and curse