Gangsta Times

Philosophy and music, that's my category

Hip-Hop thungs in the ghetto territory

My story is cold but it must be told

Started out with the very first man I rolled

A party store owner, became a blood doner

Donated some blood to a delly street corner

I clubed the old man with a brick on the chin

It was grand master sin but I'll do it again

Prostetutes want loot so they can shot up

Haha, what's goin up is the end of my boot bitch

Right up your ass if you try and confront me

Try and comfort me you lie in my trunky

Pick you up down river, you never should quiver

Deliver cap peeler dump your ass in the river

I kill prostitutes just to whore I can whore

Violent dribbles say man I'm in the ghetto territory

My days away of well bred disbelievers are on their death beds

My territory is what you vacate

The realm is mine so let me say that

This is a play that goes without sayin

A disease of lyrics that is about to be infective

Break it down to some intelligence B

Aight

Breakin it down till dawn

Cause your warshiping the ground I walk upon

Fell short from the rhyme that was in youth

Like an egection of steroids pumpin juice

Let's return to a condition that's critical

As I give a dose of me, the Lyrical

So when I step to the door

It better be me you had a ration for

Felt the violence now feel intelligence

Pleed the 5th, the case is irelivent

In the croud is who will persue

Whatever it takes, that what I'll do

Cause I'm a push over when it comes to a gathering

Grab a mic, and make it start happening

Break through from the ghetto to bring you this

Punk didn't you know, I never miss

I bout urenin to be hype

If you get what I'm sayin, then your my type

Don't worry, cause I won't neglect

Inner City Posse is in effect

Why don't ya kick a little violence J

Street gang so we bang sweet hours we hang

Occupasion gang population ghetto thang

Educatin make a facial was too much for me

No smarter pushin cards at the A.M.P

Now I wait down wage so I grab a gage

Hopin saw once more hey make front page

To survive detroit on average pay

Some choose to abuse to live this way

Projects come home in the ghetto zone

Don't man they pass who never roam

Iron hand over land stand proud down town

Mile away in delray a dead boy is found

Situation in our hands pumpin out a free story

Correction start killin from the ghetto territory