Letter From a Gangsta

Lyrics

[Intro] Letter to the streets We gon' rack up on the bodies, we ain't into squashin' beef Yeah Funk or Die (Dukes, you did it right) Uh [Chorus] This a letter from a gangster, letter to the streets We gon' rack up on the bodies, we ain't into squashin' beef Ain't no way I leave the hood, I lost my nigga to the streets I still feel they soul, all them vivid memories I'ma put you in some diamonds 'fore I put you on a tee If I would've lost my cousin, I would've hit 'em all week Fuck it, all year When I think 'bout Reginae, I slide every time I shed a tеar [Verse] I can hear the reapеr talkin', Allah, get him out my ear I done almost lost my life, so tell me how I'm 'posed to fear I done took so many losses, I been lookin' in my rear My brother had a baby, pops won't see him for some years Bitch, I'm tryna catch a body, I done ran out of tears All the pain that I took, I'm lookin' like a chandelier Boy, that love fake, you catch a case, they disappear You better watch your main homie, slash your neck from ear to ear And nigga, this for real I done had some nights up in that field I done heard a nigga cry from gettin' sentenced twenty years Went from sleepin' on the floor, now I got diamonds on my wrist Ho said I wouldn't shine and now I'm ballin' on that bitch [Chorus] This a letter from a gangster, letter to the streets We gon' rack up on the bodies, we ain't into squashin' beef Ain't no way I leave the hood, I lost my nigga to the streets I still feel they soul, all them vivid memories I'ma put you in some diamonds 'fore I put you on a tee If I would've lost my cousin, I would've hit 'em all week Fuck it, all year When I think 'bout Reginae, I slide every time I shed a tear