Gangsta Lyrics - Death Is Certain - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce] Yeah, yeah, yeah. 

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] 

(Gangsta!) The weight carries itself 

Made man more concerned with wealth than he is his health 

(Gangsta!) He pumps like 24. 

24/7 just to get to heaven to pump some mo' 

(Gangsta!) Heavyweight paper 

Heart of a lion that beats longer than every pacemaker 

YEAH! We ridin, we - gon' die foolin 

Laws and rules don't apply to ME! (Gangsta!) 

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[Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] 

. I'ma put this straight 

I'm not gon' threaten you with hooks if you look this way 

I'm not gon', write no songs - so please don't think 

that since sometimes I'm quiet, that I bite my tongue 

Cause I will, slice you punks with knives that come with teeth 

So leave with life as long's you come in peace 

I'm the protocol of all the street rules 

Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them 

I'm goin all out - for everything I believe in 

Niggaz bleed behind things that I know about 

Yeah, yeah (Gangsta!) Hear me roar 

Feel me nigga; naw fuck that, feel me more 

And whoever sayin 'fuck me' can suck me 

And we can bang, I done came a long way from "U Can't Touch Me", nigga! 

YEAH! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin 

Laws and rules don't apply to ME! 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse Two: Royce Da 5'9"] 

. My swagger's crazy 

We can, forget your momma ever had a baby 

Regis; I don't care who the fuck you is 

Keep yo', hands to yo'self, I will cut yo' limbs OFF 

Sixty shots'll quickly hit you 

pop Dixie Chicks of rap, PISS ME OFF! 

Yeah, I'm strictly Pesci - you hear me a made man 

I will rather you fear me than to have you respect me 

Yeah, the tec's good 

Jammin's always out the question, call me Suge' of the Midwest wood 

Yeah, the part of the poem that's deep 

He will, blast you after he's had a glass of Bacardi Limon 

Yeah, let's get it on, I'm strictly the classic - rap 

You know it's on, soon as you rip off the plastic, yeah! 

BLOAW! I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin 

Laws and rules don't apply to ME! 

[Chorus] 

[Interlude] 

He knows his gun and his knife (Gangsta!) 

More than he knows his son and his wife (Gangsta!) 

Always huntin niggaz, never hunted 

You can bet eleven-hundred - he is. 

[Verse Three: Cutty Mack] 

(Yeah) As ignorant as it gets 

Cut Throat the calmest person niggaz, push me shits 

(Yeah) Bawlin over the quickest to snap 

I'll break you then shake your soul, deliver you back 

to the, the hood that raised you, bruise and mace ya 

Lose your face through picture glass, break and waste ya 

I'm the essence, of the use of violence 

Move in silence, HUSH, then I'll close your eyelids (close) 

I'm goin all out - my enemies on they knees 

harder I squeeze, bullets'll leave your brains out 

(BACK UP!) Watch me move 

I'll speak the language of heat, plus I'm good with the tools (yeah) 

So whoever wanna hit me, come quickly 

Nuttin to lose, I'm no bitch nigga, please come get me - killa 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

(Gangsta!) I'm ridin, I am gon' die foolin 

Laws and rules don't apply to ME! 

[Chorus] 

[Outro] + (Royce) 

He got yo' motherfuckin number! (Gangsta!) 

Though yo' life is second to his (Gangsta!) 

You still gon' die first. (It's 5-9 - gangsta!) 

Yeah! (He's a motherfuckin gangsta!)