American Gangsta

[Chorus] X2

American gangster,

US hustler

Home of the brave and in

God we trust

I'm just a

American gangster,

US hustler

Home of the brave and in

God we trust

I'm just a[Verse 1]

Chi-Town bred

Because I got to rep the city to the death

Annihilate them till

I don't see nothing left

Remember I spit it for the bitches

Now I'm spitting for the thugs

Hat cocked to the right

Hat cocked to the left

Brother it's a formal

It's a focus on your chest

I spit it for the lords

And the for the folks

And for the

Crips and for the

BloodsI'm like an

American dream

I role to the green

With the souls and the breeds

And the cobras a kings and the 2-16

Millimeter bullets for the niggas that

Trying to do opposite

They don't really want to see how psycho

I can getI don't really see a motherfucker stopping this

Trying to come at you and the apocalypse.40 cal will have you screaming, "I don't want to die!"

I am becoming nauseous with the fake thugs

So it's love

To the real

G's and under bosses

To the niggas in the caller case

That got into it big

To get what nobody gave us

We was born into this system

So don't be mad at what you made us

Pull the pistol and cock it and bust in the sky

One time for the

USFor turning my niggas to gangsters

Because getting money is what they do best

Hard to fight like

I ever did like

Al CaponeGangsters is bosses

K-Town is the motherfucking hood

The Rock is the company, come and step into my office[Chorus]

X2[Verse 2]

Forever see me in a '

LacGot work but you never see me in a pack

A motherfucker say he never seen me with a strap

And I heard a motherfucker say he don't see me in the hood

Little nigga

I don't see you

Because homie my hood is worldwide

And getting money is what we do

Make your knee joints lock when

I freak you

Hit the 3 point shot like

HedoTurkoglu up in the game

You killing the game like

PacNigga we point

Glocks like he do, see you

No one will recognize

I'm the maker of the

MidwestI'm like for real?

Controversy in the middle

I guess I'm like

ShaquilleYou can go on feel like you feel

Nigga know the hands

I like to kill

But if you can hit me with the bangs

Little cheap for shit, let's strike the deal

Got my psychos in the city rolling with me

Always ready bust a cap at the king like do

I can bury your bodies like an animal

Because I'm a cannibal,

I eat a nigga like food

Ripping through your flesh so

I can devour your heart

Music is my playground

But if the rapping don't get you

I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this bitch nigga lay down

And no competition

I had to be fucking a twig?

Whoever coming for me gangster

I'ma get it every time

I want to get it

I'm living proof

It's a 'Category

F5'[Chorus]

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