Metro Lyeics

 

Ima Gangsta

 

Don't player hate on me, player hate somebody else
Yo, yo yo I'm a gangster
Where my dogs at?
Bark with me if you're my dog
Yo yo yo, I'm going, I'm gonna give a shout out to all the player haters
(I don't like player haters)
If you're a player hater don't player, player hate on me
(player hate somebody else)
I'm a gangster, I'm straight up G
(straight up gangster, dude)
Grrr I'm steaming mad. grrr

I'm a gangster, I'm a straight up G
The gangster life is the life for me
Shooting people by day, selling drugs by night
Being a gangster is hella tight.
I walk around town with a stark erection, then gave your mom a yeast infection
I saw the police man and I punched him in the eye
To serve and protect, WHAT A LIE!
I also don't like white people, you shouldn't too
And don't get me started about the jews

I'm a gangster
Grrr I'm mad
I'm a gangster
My rhymes are bad
I'm a gangster
I'm iced out like a freezer
I'm a gangster
I don't listen to Weezer

I dropped out of school at the age of 3 (why?)
Coz all the teachers tried to player hate on me.(oh)
My rhymes are cool, just like doing cocaine
My rhymes are hot, like a burning flame
Sisqo is my homie, he's a gangster too
Me and Sisqo are the leaders of the gangster crew
I like to be in jail and he likes to sing and dance(yay)
Some say we're the perfect match

STEP OFF! STEP BACK! STEP AWAY! STEP BACK! DON'T STEP FORWARD! STEP BACK! DON'T STEP FORWARDS! STEP BACK! BACKWARDS, DON'T STEP TO ME! DO NOT STEP TO MEEE! grr

I'm giving a shout out to my homies in cell block 8
Being in jail sucks 'cause you always have to masturbate
Except when a Jewish person goes to jail all my homies cheer
They will make mince meat out of his rear
Ben Peddy helped me make the gangster beat to this song
I shot him in the face coz he looked at me wrong

I'm a gangster
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
I'm a gangster
Bitch suck on my wiener
I'm a gangster
I drive a cool car
I'm a gangster
I smoke weed in a cigar

Yo my gangster flow
Yo, yo yo yo

I'm rolling on dubbs, iced out like hockey
I got kicked out of Japan for drinking all the sake
Fuck a bitch, gimme head hoe
What's it to my dogs? Yo yo yo
They play this song on the radio all day long
So everyone can hear my gangster song
Nobody thought I'd blow up like a Firestone tire-
...Oh there's no beat left

(gunshots)
Die, die Santa Claus, die
...No I don't wanna do acapella

I like to slap bitches
I like to slap hoes...
All my ladies go oh-oh-oh



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In Cold Blood

Lyrics

 

[Intro]
Run with me or run from me
Pussies don't get pussy, yeah

[Verse 1]
"...I murdered all of my foes, contract killin'
Twenty K will get ya grand mammy pinned to the ceilin'
Midst of the war, I piss on graves
Kids get grazed by my piss poor ways

Never could imagine it, livin' with paralysis
Shoulda checked ya rear view, made a better analysis

Wack yayo caught him slippin' while he snort dust
Cold blood, bullet hit him like a tour bus..."
Check the time on my Movado
My jazzy bitch a mulatto who thinks it's petty to model
Suede Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street
And I never missed a heartbeat

[Hook]
Family over the money, money over the bitches
Money don't mean nothin', then why they callin' it riches?
I'm addicted to watches, Mama tellin' me stop it
Got one over 50, 50 you better watch it

[Verse 2]
Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves

Beat the case like Orenthal
Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest convenience I'mma kill y'all
Make a lil cake, haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley

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Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People School Shooting Columbine

Metro Lyrics

Verse 1]
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, in the box of fun things
I don't even know what

But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

[Hook]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

[Verse 2]
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late

And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time

"...Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?"


[Hook]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun..."
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

[Bridge]
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run – run, run, run
Run, run, run – run, run, run
Run, run – run, run
Run, run, run, run, run!


[Hook]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Get Smoked - Lil Mouse

Lyeics
 

 

Hook]
09, we tote; my niggas ain't no joke
And we keep them blows, so please don't get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked
Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked


[Verse 1]
I'm rollin', all my niggas rollin'
30 clip and them hollow tips have his ass sitting in Roseland
Rollin' off a pill , pussies better chill
My niggas in the field; you might get killed
Pancake-ass nigga, I keep that shit real
40 hit his face, BBQ his ass like a grill
Y'all niggas ain't real, lame niggas get killed
I'm here for real; I'm doing this for real
I'm finna get on, finna do another song
Bitch calling my phone, leave me alone
I'm trying to bone, then pass it to lil bro
Then leave that bitch, tell that ho, "So long"
Different colored shirts, rolling up that purp
Leaning off that hurt, so please don't get murked
Girls lifting they shirts, Gucci Truey shirts
Polo wear and crop shirts, my bitch she'll twerk

[Hook x2]

Corlay RIP him, Darnell RIP him
If you disrespect them, then you gone meet them

My niggas rollin', four-seater; that bitch going, she a eater
She was a good girl, I turned her to a eater
Hit squad move up band, yea nigga want free bands
30 clip and them hollow tips make him do the running man
Glock 40 I'm thumpin man, I'm rolling with my hitters
I'll send my hitters out to go get you
Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance
Hella band, hella band, hit the club throwing hella bands
Heavy load, throwing hella band, in the club doing the money dance

Niggas talking shit in the club, he better watch his self
Melly got the 30 on his hip, he gone need some help
I'm a gangster, nigga, and I could do this shit my fucking self
Pistol to his melon; it ain't gone be nothing left

[Hook] [2X]

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