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For Gangstas
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For Gangstas is a track written specifically for young urban youth who are involved in gang activity.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #282
Peak in subgenre #154
Author
Kelvin Gray and Trevin Clark
Uploaded
June 07, 2003
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The song was written when I visited Newark, NJ and saw the growing gang culture there. It's about young people caught up in the streets.
Lyrics
For Gangstas (Kelvin Gray) Get your boogie on… suppose to love your hood… …You ain’t gotta hate theirs to love yours Yup… lil niggas…Done hid the fuckin rule book Verse One Lil Mike Mike done join a gang Got is mother thinking he’s done gone insane Only god knows what’s on his brain Do his lil shit with his hands when he get with his friends Can’t tell him shit dog, he think he the man How you goin’ be “The Man”, when you ain’t even a man Sit down lil man, you way to stubborn Talkin’ all loud when he get in the crowd It’s like he’s trying hard just to fit in the crowd Oh he hard now, he got some heart now I seen him sparking of in the park wow He’s a bad motherfucker, he ain’t scared to rep Catch him all by himself, he be scared to death See he gotta lot of heart he only seem tough But deep down inside he’s a cream puff, and… (Things Just Ain’t the Same for Gangstas) Hook To all my BG Gangstas, boogie to this White tees, Nikes, all hoodies and clicks I thought Gangstas live by certain codes and rules Maybe I’m just ol school …and to all my OG Gangstas count paper to this Versace, Rolex, Gator Boots and whips I thought Gangstas live by certain codes and rules Maybe I’m just ol school Verse Two I don’t know why Lil Mike Mike’s frontin’ I’m here to tell Lil Mike Mike something You got Gangstas and Fakers see all the real Gangstas, they’re Gangsta by nature Gangsta bout paper It’s like a Gangsta Curse So don’t be thinking you were Gangsta first You buggin’ if you ever think you’re thuggin’ it worse Cause when they put you in that black hearse, and Carry you ass around that all black church, and Drop you casket in that soft ass dirt And you done put in all that work for what When you mother need a hug OG –you gotta be the guiding light And if you got em, you gotta guide them right Dear lord, don’t let that little nigga die tonight, cause (Things just ain’t the same for Gangstas) Hook To all my BG Gangstas, boogie to this White tees, Nikes, all hoodies and clicks I thought Gangstas live by certain codes and rules Maybe I’m just Ol School …and to all my OG Gangstas count paper to this Versace, Rolex, Gator Boots and whips I thought Gangstas live by certain codes and rules Maybe I’m just Ol School Verse Three I know niggas think that times has changed See in Africa we had different tribes and things Different handshakes, signs and slangs But if you don’t show respect, you’re going to lie in the flame Don’t be the reason why your mother ain’t eating right Don’t be the reason why your mother can’t sleep at night She had a breakdown in church cause she hurts a lot See her blood pressure’s gone up, her nerves is shot Can’t say it ain’t true, Can’t say it ain’t you Every time she hears the ambulance, she pray it ain’t you Blaming herself, like did I raise him right She like, lord have mercy on my baby’s life Take me before you my child Momma you goin’ get it, sometimes it take a while I tell her anything just to make her smile Hook To all my BG Gangstas, boogie to this White tees, Nikes, all hoodies and clicks I thought Gangstas live by certain codes and rules Maybe I’m just Ol School …and to all my OG Gangstas count paper to this Versace, Rolex, Gator Boots and whips I thought Gangstas live by certain codes and rules Maybe I’m just Ol School Fade out… (c) 2003 Qizaar Music Publishing
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