笨小笨Gangsta This Gangsta That (Instrumental)歌词由WellRounded演唱，出自专辑《Wrote This In My Sleep (Instrumentals)》，下面是《Gangsta This Gangsta That (Instrumental)》完整版歌词！
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Easy stay back take it easy
Leave the scene for policey
Who walk the beat weekly
Easy, no need to get close and sneaky
And briefly I’ll paint the pic believe me
There’s blood on the streets blood on graffiti
Territories need peace treaties
Gang green greedy
EMS response speedy
But it’s too late to stop the bleeding
Back off barricades block the needy
Cops in shock they eye’s look beady
I’m the only rap left see they need me
2 mic’s conceiving that’s how they breed me
Special victims unit Captain real G
Market just dropped that’s the price of realty
House arrest no one’s walking freely
And really my speech is so unique
Don’t think I’m trying to come all preachy
Streets will need this whether black or peachy
White brown or latin speaking
Easy back away from the none breathing
There’s blood on the streets blood is leaky
Cops walk the beak every evening but not discreetly
Serve and protect but don’t forget about the sleazy
The one’s in late night clubs and speak easy’s
Back off barricades block the needy
Kid got shot so don’t think he’s sleeping
Cops can’t do shit cus they pay is measly
Mom’s eye’s turn weepy
Tune into night reports murders happen weekly
Just killed another mic
There’s no love in a gangsters world and that’s just life
That’s just life
There’s no love in a gangsters world and that’s not nice
That’s not nice
There’s no hugs in a gangsters world and that’s just life
That’s just life
Only slugs in a gangsters world and that’s just hype
It’s so Hard
Like waking up on the couch
Last once, rents late no owning the house
Hard like stepping out to a block in mad chaos
Rapping but where’s the payoffs?
So much competition like it’s the playoffs
No reason to stay soft gotta stay strong
And bring home that summer money before the fall frost
Hard like every rapper I admire
From Tupac all the way down to the Wu Tang empire
Who banged out tracks to inspire
It wasn’t fancy rims and tires
It was way bigger then that
Influences caught fire
like walking thru any neighbourhood and having your head higher
Hard nosed like foes that stand and pose like pros
Hard like getting that perfect ten’s digits
Like when the world seems so cold and frigid
And you looking for that warm embrace
Hard like lines on a weathered face
Hard like every track on the second half of New Verse
Like always trying to find meaning and purpose
Digging deep to keep up the fight against every clown in the circus
Going ten rounds with no scratches or scars on the surface
Hard like playing this game of musical chairs
And being the last one standing
So close to the top but the industries so demanding
Hard to swallow like comments left on social pages
But I just killed another mic
There’s no love in a gangsters world and that’s just life
That’s just life
There’s no love in a gangsters world and that’s not nice
That’s not nice
There’s no hugs in a gangsters world and that’s just life
That’s just life
Only slugs in a gangsters world and that’s just hype
