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Beanie Sigel
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Beanie Sigel
Komponist:in
Bernard "Big Demi" Parker
Komponist:in
Shawn Carter
Komponist:in
Leslie Pridgen
Komponist:in
Karl Patrick
Komponist:in
Chris Ries
Komponist:in
James Easley
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bernard "Big Demi" Parker
Produzent:in
歌詞
Yeah, (Gangsta, gangsta)
Ooh, ah-ah-ah, woo! (Gangsta)
Think it's a game till them things come out
(Things come out)
I bang out till your brains hang out
(Brains hang out)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
A gangster ****
(Till them things come out)
Think it's a game till them things come out
I bang out till your brains hang out, woo-ooh
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
A gangster ****
(Till them things come out)
It was a full moon in the beginning of March (Woo)
'Bout the end of winter, '74
A gangster was born
Introduced to sin and expensive women
Cats with big hats slamming Cadillac doors
Who choosing hoes, you losing your hoes
You ****'s loose with your ho
You muhfucker, y'all ain't used to no hoes
**** wanna low-jack track your bitches
Shack your bitches, I pimps up, smack my bitches
(Yeah-eh-eh)
You wanna fuck, trick your bitches, I duck flip my bitches
Get that cash, put that extra ass, hit it
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach (yeah ****)
You ain't no hustler, you's a car thief
****, where your car keys?
Crack top it, black block it
Thirty-one long black topic
You can't stop it
Gat topic
Black MAC, black Glock it
Blast rocket
Sit your faggot ass on your back pocket (Bitch)
(Not a game, prick)
Think it's a game till them things come out
(Think it's a game, ah-ooh)
I bang out till your brains hang out
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
Straight gangster ****
(Gangsta ****)
Think it's a game, till them things come out
(Think it's a game)
I bang out till your brains hang out
Straight gangster ****
'Cause you're fucking with a gangsta ****
A gangster ****
(Yeah)
They call me HOV the Hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's
Early 90's, now you could find me, girlie behind me
Holding my mink up, ice pinky ring in the air
Drinking my drink up
Top down, dro in the air blowing that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke but it helps my think up
Makes me a Mathematician about my Math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a Statistician
Rap with precision, ****, your ho chose HOV
That's rapping division, now divide yourself
And slide, I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me HOV no more, call me the blueprint
Sold dope, sold crack, sold soap, sold rap
Bought Bentleys, bought 'em back
You buy that?
Think it's a game till them things come out
I bang out till your brains hang out
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ahh-ahh)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
A gangster ****
Think it's a game till them things come out
(So you think it's a game, come on!)
I bang out till your brains hang out (****, uh)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
A gangster ****
Purpose of man
Worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun, run in your shop and take pies
(You don't wanna see me)
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Clip blazing it through your brain
Strip, use it till it's burned out
Benz coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man, it ain't no lie, it's real as this .45
And real as these five salas
Whether we dean or not
Our kids gotta eat, red beam with stalk
When your connect's gotta meet interrupt your cop
Depending on the dope size, we slaughter from both sides
With hammers with hollows, you peel, we follow
We're both rising
They killed your cousin, you strapped and you both riding
Don't think that 'cause I rap that I won't rob, man
Play O-Dog in Venice and drive-by man
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel
Working a gas tank, hoes on the strip, running that cash
(Woo-ooh)
Think it's a game till them things come out
I bang out till your brains hang out
(Hang out, ah-ha)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
A gangster **** (****)
Think it's a game till them things come out
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I bang out till your brains hang out
(Ah-ha)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
(Yeah, hey-oh!)
A gangster ****
It's C the young gun and they call me The Boy Wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major
Nickel plate stay with it
Except for at school, metal detectors at school
(No, no, no, no)
For every last nickel get move
Fucked every bad lil' bad bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it at school
Able to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of the school
Fuck J's by the locker come and holler, ugh
Out on my own moving out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of the zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's just a way out
Get it consistently flipping it till the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on (Yeah)
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm (Ooh-ooh)
I've been paid since the day I was born (Ah-ah)
But these lames think it's a game till them things is drawn (Ooh)
Think it's a game till them things come out
(Things come out)
I bang out till your brains hang out
(Brains hang out)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster **** (Ooh)
A gangster ****
Think it's a game till them things come out
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I bang out till your brains hang out
(Ooh-ooh)
'Cause you're fucking with a gangster ****
A gangster **** (Eh-eh)
Oh!
Ah-ah-ah-ah!
Written by: Beanie Sigel, Bernard Parker, Chris Ries, James Easley, Jim Easley, Karl Patrick, Leslie Pridgen, Shawn Carter