Gangsta`d Out Lyrics

Gangsta`d Out lyrics

(Intro)



Welcome... Detriot, Michigan



We're here at the national Khu Klux Klan Rally



Today we're gonna welcome one of our newest members



His name's Eminem



His clan name's gon' be Marshall Mathers



Heh, he, ha, I like it



Anyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin'



Lookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a nigger lover, boy



Smile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap star



You're gon' get off your ass, and get on your Trojan, boy



And you gon' sell more records than them NIGGERS ever will!



You hear me?



You gon' get with Dr. Gay



N, W... with a dick is his mouth



N, W, AIDS... I don't give a shit



You gon' hustle your ass off, boy



Cause when they kissin' your ass, they kissin' the Klan's ass



And when they suckin' YO dick, they suckin' Hitler's dick



Just remember one thing, boy...



Every God-damned dollar you make, 



well, that's just another dollar for the Klan







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(Intro)



What?!



My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace, Vic)



Yeah... Much love, nigga (much love)



You know there's no love, nigga 



(fuckin' haters.. ain't no love for no haters)



Yeah... My niggas encarcerated



(all of my niggas encarcerated, keep yo head up)



Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9...



Since it's your moment to shine on this motherfuckin' record, 



why don't you show them how we keep it out West?







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Gangsta'd out



For all my riders in the streets



We gangsta'd out



Still haulin' after police



We're Gangsta'd out



You niggas know what we about



We gangsta'd out



We keep it gangsta'd out



Gangsta'd out



To all my niggas c-walkin'



We gangsta'd out



To all my niggas b-walkin'



We're gangsta'd out



You niggas know what we about



We gangsta'd out



We keep it gangsta'd out







(Verse 1)



Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happens



Cause I'll probably go out blazin', in a gun fight



Cause I only got one life (sup, nigga?!)



And I'ma do what I choose, to live it



Mash, murder for cash



And pray to God this ain't our last



Days on earth (my... nigga)



You's a bitch for what she worth, and split



You see our cats represent



If you a mack, let's get bent, nigga



Pull out our pot on the corner



For all my doggs in a coma



Who died in California



From Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the Bay



Pacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and Filipinos



Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies



Escalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet up



So roll the weed up (what up, nigga?)



Parkin' lot packed, and polishin' acts



Q 45's, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it



Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it



Cash, Yola, the game ain't over



Hold up, soldier







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(Verse 2)



First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah)



Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that shit to pieces (ugh)



First to rock the ace duece, with the matches 'round the rim



The diamond in the middle, first to pend a 'hood film



Labeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood



Gangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeah



It's killa Cali, the gangsta rap capitol



And rollin' through my 'hood, boy, you better duck for the ???



True gangsta niggas... And boy, they quick to kill ya (ba!)



Lay that ass out, you backin' out?Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh)



We keep it hard, ain't no cuts up in our 'brow



Yeah, he's alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!)



The gangsta motto... Two niggas hard to follow



Choke that ass out, like your girl before she swallow



Won't ever stop



These niggas you love to hate, true...



Gangsta riders, livin' in the... gangsta state







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(Verse 3)



When they pronounced that the war was over



I sparked a Vega filled with Dosia



Anxious to pop, thinkin' of 'Pac



Why did nobody drop?



Who got it locked?



In Y Cal... California took a bow



Now New York turnin' the game with our style



L.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin' over instrumentals



Really ain't raw, just represent on what they saw



Casualties shook the industry



Assasination of Biggie and 'Pac



Khadafi and Stretch, got rappers tottin' Techs, up the side



Makaveli, your riders scared to ride!



The realest done died



Representin'... Ghetto politic



And the last Don, lock up the game



Sew up this coast, fresh out on bail, promotin' Death Row



???? your record sales, around the World without a tour



Pushin' Peruvian flight



Can't wait to spark a flame in Blaze



Blaze Magazine... for underatin' 'Pac



Pull out some Henn for Khadafi and Eazy



Eternally... We thuggin' in peace



Fuck the peace!







(Chorus)(2x)







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