Gangsta Report Philthy Rich (Ft. RJmrLA)
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[Chorus: RJ]
Rest in peace to the boy, in the streets, unemployed
With all these damn ones on me, it's a morgue
They put some bread on me, but what's in store?
Most my niggas got felonies, gangster galore
I'm a gangster for sure
Check my gangster report
[Verse 1: RJ]
Ayy, they ain't know I had the chop right up under me
And a Glock in the hood where the muffler be
Tell Pac that the hood still sufferin'
Ten o'clock on the news, 'nother murder scene
Bulletproof in the roof but it still drop
I peel out, burn rubber on the pill-popper
Lil' mama toss cock, she a drill doctor
Make her whip a soft rock like she Phil Collins, real honest
What's in the dark hit the light like a beam
Bitch on the park, I'ma fight, I'ma bleed
You ain't got heart, you a mark in these streets
Bitch, I do what I talk and I call what I see
I'm a real gangster, tight grill, big bank take lil' paper
Accumulate more cash, how you kill a hater
It's through the banker, gettin' a bag, feelin' innovative
Bitch, I been a gangster
Rest in peace to the boy, in the streets, unemployed
With all these damn ones on me, it's a morgue
They put some bread on me, but what's in store?
Most my niggas got felonies, gangster galore
I'm a gangster for sure
Check my gangster report
[Verse 1: RJ]
Ayy, they ain't know I had the chop right up under me
And a Glock in the hood where the muffler be
Tell Pac that the hood still sufferin'
Ten o'clock on the news, 'nother murder scene
Bulletproof in the roof but it still drop
I peel out, burn rubber on the pill-popper
Lil' mama toss cock, she a drill doctor
Make her whip a soft rock like she Phil Collins, real honest
What's in the dark hit the light like a beam
Bitch on the park, I'ma fight, I'ma bleed
You ain't got heart, you a mark in these streets
Bitch, I do what I talk and I call what I see
I'm a real gangster, tight grill, big bank take lil' paper
Accumulate more cash, how you kill a hater
It's through the banker, gettin' a bag, feelin' innovative
Bitch, I been a gangster
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