[Intro] "These days they want to be criminals more than they want to commit crime" "That’s--that’s not just crime, that’s the way of the world"
[Hook: Deacon] There's something about a vandal's lust The lifestyles of the scandalous Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha) Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (he he he he) Hate stones, but the man you trust Cause its fun to watch cannon's bust Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (we we we we) Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (for so long) Gone off that gangsta gangsta (2X) (and so on)
[Verse 1: Natti] America loves Gottis, America loves bodies Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies While Eddie Nash controls bankrolls in Wonderland Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down On-Demand We wanna see it and some motherfuckers gon' wanna be it Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't defeat it Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain't swatted a fly Modern day cowboys with shiny alloys for side arms Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York In the moments we face opponents give thanks to "gangsta" Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger But pop that in the city its "Freeze Nigga!!"
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[Verse 2: Deacon] A-scare-ica lusts danger, danger, danger War, load the tanks up In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger More major paper in "Gangsta" Gangster Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew Wrangler language, systematic schemes too Change the brain up, divide and conquer Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra'd Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you We'll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I Can't say it's impact hasn't hollowed walls inside my Heart, my art, ummmm insane Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain? You ain't that hard, that scarred or that real To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that's ill
[Spoken Word - Tim Means] It's 6pm again And I'm tuning into CNN watching marines mow down Crowds with machine guns 16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies And now they're thinking we won't bring peace to these Streets with the same techniques that shit's hypocrisy This ain't Democracy it's a Survival of the Fittest A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness Picture this People can become so blind that their ears can't listen Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition Never done unto others but claiming that they're Christian While God's children are sittin home praying and wishing For answers to their questions Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we're destined Life be a war ain't no time for restin That's why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with Trying to steer my path in opposite on opposite directions That man came went My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax But there's no time to be laxed Because there's a war all through creation God's Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacementsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
