
Gangsta Rap Gangsta Rap
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[Intro: Murder Mike and Du-Rag]
It's Du-Rag, nigga
Wake yo punk ass up, for the 06 Chi, motherfucker
It's Gangsta Rap mother fucker. (nigga)
Yeah
[Hook x2: Murder Mike and Du-Rag]
Fool, I'll slap your momma
Gangsta Rap
Kill a nigga for a dollar
Gangsta Rap
Been a gangster since birth
Gangsta Rap
So when I die put D's on my hearse
[Verse 1: Murder Mike]
I've been a gangster since birth
'Cause my momma's from the set and she jumped me in first
I tried to fight but she broke my rib
She said "stop crying," put me back in the crib
The only fool with a rag and a diapey
Back then, they used to call me "Murder Mikey"
Now I jack niggas with big steel
Even back then, I jacked kids for Big Wheels
[Verse 2: Du-Rag]
I was born on the set
When my momma water broke, she was smoking the rent
So she gave me a drag
Then she named a nigga "Du-Rag"
'Fore I could walk, I was playing with pistols
Now instead of straps, Du-Rag bust missiles
Fuck that, man; fuck a bat signal
When the homies need me, they whistle
It's Du-Rag, nigga
Wake yo punk ass up, for the 06 Chi, motherfucker
It's Gangsta Rap mother fucker. (nigga)
Yeah
[Hook x2: Murder Mike and Du-Rag]
Fool, I'll slap your momma
Gangsta Rap
Kill a nigga for a dollar
Gangsta Rap
Been a gangster since birth
Gangsta Rap
So when I die put D's on my hearse
[Verse 1: Murder Mike]
I've been a gangster since birth
'Cause my momma's from the set and she jumped me in first
I tried to fight but she broke my rib
She said "stop crying," put me back in the crib
The only fool with a rag and a diapey
Back then, they used to call me "Murder Mikey"
Now I jack niggas with big steel
Even back then, I jacked kids for Big Wheels
[Verse 2: Du-Rag]
I was born on the set
When my momma water broke, she was smoking the rent
So she gave me a drag
Then she named a nigga "Du-Rag"
'Fore I could walk, I was playing with pistols
Now instead of straps, Du-Rag bust missiles
Fuck that, man; fuck a bat signal
When the homies need me, they whistle
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