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Styles P

Genres: Hip-Hop

Gangster And A Gentleman Lyrics - Styles P

(Styles - Verse One) 

My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa 

I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean 

They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy 

and had me in Corona, Queens 

By the time I was seven my mom left my pop 

Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York 

Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary 

My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts 

By the time I was nine I was outta my mind 

My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind 

Ten and eleven the same I never would change 

He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga 

Still wearin' Skippys 

Garf had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair 

My mommy said wait 'til Christmas but I needed em sooner 

If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor 

 

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(Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles) 

I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) 

Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) 

Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) 

It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin) 

 

(Styles - Verse Two) 

It was 1986 and I was twelve years old 

That's right around the time when crack came out 

It was the best thing that happened to me 

I swear to God cause I was gettin everything that I was askin about 

First we started off baggin up, me and garf 

Then shit start addin up, we gettin smart 

Now we on Broadway, coppin our own base 

Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle 

Drink an OE and scramble like it wasn't tomorrow 

I'm gettin kicked out of Junior High, thinkin I'm grown 

Got bust with the yellow rabbit 

And I had every color dealt we was gettin it on 

I was out robbin Mexicans six in the morn' 

Mom said I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone 

Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome 

F**k me up worst when I went to the group home 

 

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(Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles) 

I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) 

Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) 

Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) 

It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin) 

 

(Styles - Verse Three) 

I'm leavin out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real 

My alcoholic backround, the welfare motels 

Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit 

How the f**k I'm gon bomb wit you 

And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight 

My niggas I can't name, outta state (My niggas f**k with weight) 

Little brother gone but I got a baby angel 

You f**kin with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you 

The present's what you get 

And the past is what make the man future 

I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman 

No there ain't a 'S' on my chest, but it's a 'D' on my block (D Blok) 

And said life the deepest lesson is death 

I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rep 

I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best 

When I pass I'm like gas, motherf**kers 

Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget 

 

(Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles) 

I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) 

Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) 

Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) 

It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin) 

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