Gangster Chronicle (Explicit)-Tricky/Bella Gotti

Gangster Chronicles - Tricky Some think they're safe Like their cash at the banks But banks get robbed So I skank the fake gang F**king gangstar Cause they're f**king around Like a bounty check And you can tell I'm a f**king n***a lover Same color as my Bigger brother And father and I'm rather glad He ain't a f**king old cunt Who's a National Front jerk Outta work cos he's a big bastard Blamin' a spade Everytime he gets plastered That's why I never be the county bounty Or a power cat Is just like Arafat With a molotov cocktail You wanna try our way And run things like the I.R.A. F**king up every cunt that you're Pig dog I'd rather be called nig nog Comes far with the bad And he learns Words to erase this bastard Cos when you're black It's all about being a ruffneck monster Some people look at me as a thief And they're right Cos I'm a thief with gold teeth But never the chief tho Never the Man who's getting stress Ever bring a n***a on to East side I ain't a token coon I'm a ruffneck The one you don't wanna meet Back when I'm on the street Somebody Rob and they make me In a couple of hours and then let me go But f**k no I spent the night When I wake up with a judge who had a fight With his boyfriend Gunshot video all of dem Cos they let young boys Prefer men But it ain't on me As I ponder the possibility Of robbing the riches from their racing quad With a rolex into cheap sex and expects A n***a to be a smilin' figure With a grin and a watermelon But somebody oughta tell 'em That youths are raggamuffin To the maximum That's why they Take away the things that rule Right Let me explain the rules of the game Meant to live a lie It's just to stay black and die