Gangster’s Paradise

Lyrics

[Intro] (ADHD ya digg, haha) Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow (Ay what these niggas on soulja?) [Chorus] Shots went off on Front Street, (Bow Bow Bow), Niggas out here dyin' I'm from West Atlanta where these hoes fuck for cosigns In the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline I've been takin' shit a long time, this shit in my bloodline Renegade, we leave shit Frankenstein and back on frontline He dissed, they spin't and hit his momma this shit get weird His brother cryin' Bump down artist, we really get shit started, I ain't never sleep with no nine Heat Seeker scope, G3, this a MOS, my bitch like "What did you find?" [Verse] Ambushin' with the ARP Yeah you can try jumpin' fence 556's it climb I got a 2-4 in the Glock I'm Teflon Bron Look at my wrist, it shine Lace up your cleats when you out in that field He worried 'bout ten yards but the stick had them lined I got some patna's, been fightin' for years And I got some bro's, sittin' on they bonds I won't crease these bitches, I had to get off in my ones Ion know what the fuck these niggas thought, they stop making guns? I can't tell yo ass how many block had to get spun Sleepin' in my ski mask, mama asked me what have I done? Pop out dog shit in my neighborhood, the bad bitches stunned I got a choppa with the maple wood, updated tommy gun [Verse] You sayin' bad shit, you don't know no better, I know All this wockesha in my lap, that's why I'm movin' slow She think I'm feinin for her love, I'm feinin for the blow My bro's they going to Gangster's Paradise, it's the life they chose They bounced that on you, you thought they was done, come back after they reload I'm sittin' up at night, I ain't even sleep, that shit burned in my soul I looked up to niggas until I didn't, because they play with nose I smirk when they die, laugh when they cry, I think my heart is cold Bang out in a downtown district, this shit still a unfold They tryna take my crown, catch me slippin' like my head made of gold The scram don't even know who the hell I'm is, fuckin' off a wardrobe Her bestfriend told her I make the music that crank her earlobes [Chorus] Shots went off on Front Street, Niggas out here dyin' I'm from West Atlanta where these hoes fuck for cosigns In the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline I've been takin' shit a long time, this shit in my bloodline Renegade, we leave shit Frankenstein and back on frontline He dissed, they spin't and hit his momma this shit get weird His brother cryin' Bump down artist, we really get shit started, I ain't never sleep with no nine Heat Seeker scope, G3, this a MOS, my bitch like "What did you find?" [Outro] (This is a DJ Slimeball exclusive) Ayy lemme hear that bih' from the top