A+ - Gusto

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Yeah A we gone do this up son
 Yo we from Hempstead as close to the shacks as Parkside
 My whole team is out for the gusto
 Internally blood drip through ya body slow
 We on the go but yo time is still limited
 Unlimited type style and we be rippin shit
 My whole team is out for the gusto
 Internally blood drip through ya body slow
 We on the go but yo time is still limited
 Unlimited type style
 A :
 Welcome to the PSG I represent
 The littlest in the crew but first one to get up in em
 I straight up skin em like wolves
 I wish you would have been
 Fakin jack and get ya whole hood hit
 But it's all good
 We do the things y'all wish y'all could
 And play the bat yo and watch the brothas bark like wood
 So knock on it
 Go head you want it
 Nobody want it
 You turned in for it pulled nine stingers like a brown hornet
 While y'all was droppin I was underground shadowboxin
 Layin low puttin final touches on the flow
 So here we go, tryin to snatch that dough
 Got niggaz breakin camp like Dre from Death Row
 From the streets to the jail, I represent well
 Touch a nigga like brail, jacks are hotter than the third rail
 Scale to tip in my favor, the livest save
 Grade up in the U.S. now lets get this paper
 I'm yawnin while I wake up to the early morning gun-fire
 Another day another scar to acquire
 Jumped out my bed tried to break my alarm
 Took a shower and then I strapped on my firearm
 Grab my Pelle Pelle cuz I wanna look fly when I die
 But it ain't my turn to say goodbye
 How do I know? Some people call it instincts
 I like to call it my luck who gives a fuck
 Im stuck, in this environment can't depart from it
 And if I try I always end up back where I started
 Plan A square one there's no escapin
 So I pun and realize my too
 I'm tryin to live a full life before my time is through
 Clock's tickin, so I don't got no time for you
 As I head outside amongst the rest of the animals
 Where I feel relaxed and safe and I can stand it
 (To all my kiko's)
 It's sort of like a family brawl
 We gather up all the soldiers and form into a invincible
 Swarm of kids, now it's on again
 Drinkin straight from the bottle warm gin drippin down my chin
 For the crippled children you can't win
 Against 25 niggaz bent up with mac-10's
 Semi-automatic, fully addicted crime addict
 So long as there's cash involved I gotta have it
 There's many different levels of the criminal mind
 Either you're in it for the gusto or Im wastin your time
 A :
 Now is you ready for men, cuz they your peeps that you saw
 You probably heard about me and my crew doin what we do
 For my nigga True and Smif-n-Wessun
 Cuz I be wreckin mic-checkin fools that come around second-guessin
 I sparks in the dark like stars in the sky
 Spiritually, lyrically, since knee-high
 The cradle, I represent my peoples and my label
 Cause when you take a ride through Parkside it's fatal
 What's my time to shine my design you can't define
 It only takes a line and a rhyme to blow that mind
 To have you buggin, niggaz got they tapes dubbin
 Where ain't no line for me to kick a rhyme pushin and shovin
 Now it's over, walkin like a soldier I told ya
 Shorty droppin bombs and shit, like Oklahoma
 Kinda soul, comin wit that bomb for sure
 Run for shelter little brotha when it rain it pour
 First of all the foundation
 Money is the root of all evil
 The cream'll have you shittin on your people
 Livin like lotto, everything is everything
 Ain't nothing change but the clothes that my money bring
 I'm makin figures that I never thought possible
 You try to slow me down you'll find yourself in the hospital
 My crew got the army in techses
 And them Acuras that made you get your cap peeled backwards
 For years, I've been tryin to blow for years
 Gettin bent off Moet spend a G on beers
 Livin life to the fullest, my story ends wit a bullet
 To the chrome-oil drop to the bottom of the pot
 My invincible crew will never stop
 If you're lookin, you can find me risin to the top
 I'm a classic approach my level and get your ass kicked
 Floatin in a river wit yo body rapped in plastic
 I'm tryin to make a half a million triple in size
 Before my eyes, another part of my team dies
 I can still hear his voice while he up in the sky
 While the rest still livin steady tellin me lies
 It's like a bad dream, and I can't wake up
 But at the same time I love it and I can't give it up
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Auteur: Albert Johnson, Andre Levins, Charles Smith (10), James Smith (11), K. Simpkins (2)

Componist: ?

Publisher: Kedar Entertainment


Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

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