Life In The Metro Lyrics - Singles - Gangsta Boo

1 - we shootin' to kill, nigga 

We shootin' to kill, nigga 

Ain't no fuckin' warning shots 

When you come around here nigga 

All the things that I got, yo 

Is shit I worked hard for 

Life in the metro's so cold 

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I'm on some other type shit 

I'm on some crazy ass shit 

I'm on some fuck with me bitch 

I'm on some get your ass kicked 

It's not the power of miss 

The work of secret politics 

(the rumor's turned to an arena) 

Between the old and new bitch 

I think?? that don't move to?? 

Society has been the education of? 

Movin' up the escalator 

Risin' to the fuckin' top 

Party on, don't stop 

In the air, super hot 

Ya better beware 

What we believe is what we share 

To get rumblin' like the bronx 

Like the chinese folks was there 

I'm fuckin' live that is? believe well? 

It's known to be the truth 

It's? of hell, can ya feel gangsta boo nigga? 

Who's fuckin' side you think y'all on when shit pops off? 

Hypnotize minds down to blow a nigga ass off 

With a fuckin' sawed off 

Project told you once before 

Workin' to ensure my victory 

For my side ho 

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I'm in this world with no one to turn to 

I'm livin' kinda thuggish 

Thinkin' crooked, just to come up 

You see this fuckin' world 

And? is without the beat 

So I kick it by my lonely 

This real g, to make my riches 

Then all these snitches be throwin' crosses 

I'm takin' losses 

'cause?? resurrect from all this player hation 

You see my nation is mass destruction 

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And my soul releasin' all this anger for you nigga rolls 

And it's so bad because I know 

Oh they done clickin' with the quickness 

Because this system is makin' hard 

How else can I make a livin' 

And then my children 

I'm thinkin' deeply 

With wealth, it be a better future 

It ain't our fault that our enemies bleed 

When I'm smokin' weed 

It entoxes me?? what I do to all you fake ass g's, so please 

Don't go rubbin',?? gonna make me 

Get right down crazy 

This city has got me pacin' 

And I can't take it 

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I'm thinkin' misery, sufferin', ambush and sorrow 

I'm filled with drama 

When I lose my soul, the? those 3 numbers 

You wonder what's really real 

When fuckin' with g's like mack 

Pop-pop from the glock 

Curiousity killed the cat 

Bust it, we down for whatever 

Whenever, what nigga, think you clever? 

My weapon gon' have you gaspin' for breath 

Death and stormy weather 

It's thunderin' and lightening 

Plus rain is pourin' on bloody bodies 

I'm runnin' up on the scene??? up in a farrari 

I'm sorry, it's killin' season 

Killa kaze and prophet posse 

The last days we lit 'em 

It ain't no time to get sloppy 

Standin' strong, holdin' on 

Competition can't stop it 

To all my foes, I let you know 

I keep that 9 in my pocket 

I pop it, straight at your ass if you ever try to apouse 

The result from all the? 

All was left was dead souls 

To my rappers out devouring, left them holding like the bible 

I sustain, in this game 

A mack for life, I'm out this thang, man 

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