Gangster’s Paradise

[Intro]
(ADHD ya digg, haha)
Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
(Ay what these niggas on soulja?)

[Chorus]
Shots went off on Front Street, (Bow Bow Bow), Niggas out here dyin'
I'm from West Atlanta where these hoes fuck for cosigns
In the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline
I've been takin' shit a long time, this shit in my bloodline
Renegade, we leave shit Frankenstein and back on frontline
He dissed, they spin't and hit his momma this shit get weird
His brother cryin'
Bump down artist, we really get shit started, I ain't never sleep with no nine
Heat Seeker scope, G3, this a MOS, my bitch like "What did you find?"

[Verse]
Ambushin' with the ARP
Yeah you can try jumpin' fence 556's it climb
I got a 2-4 in the Glock I'm Teflon Bron
Look at my wrist, it shine
Lace up your cleats when you out in that field
He worried 'bout ten yards but the stick had them lined
I got some patna's, been fightin' for years
And I got some bro's, sittin' on they bonds
I won't crease these bitches, I had to get off in my ones
Ion know what the fuck these niggas thought, they stop making guns?
I can't tell yo ass how many block had to get spun
Sleepin' in my ski mask, mama asked me what have I done?
Pop out dog shit in my neighborhood, the bad bitches stunned
I got a choppa with the maple wood, updated tommy gun

[Verse]
You sayin' bad shit, you don't know no better, I know
All this wockesha in my lap, that's why I'm movin' slow
She think I'm feinin for her love, I'm feinin for the blow
My bro's they going to Gangster's Paradise, it's the life they chose
They bounced that on you, you thought they was done, come back after they reload
I'm sittin' up at night, I ain't even sleep, that shit burned in my soul
I looked up to niggas until I didn't, because they play with nose
I smirk when they die, laugh when they cry, I think my heart is cold
Bang out in a downtown district, this shit still a unfold
They tryna take my crown, catch me slippin' like my head made of gold
The scram don't even know who the hell I'm is, fuckin' off a wardrobe
Her bestfriend told her I make the music that crank her earlobes

[Chorus]
Shots went off on Front Street, Niggas out here dyin'
I'm from West Atlanta where these hoes fuck for cosigns
In the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline
I've been takin' shit a long time, this shit in my bloodline
Renegade, we leave shit Frankenstein and back on frontline
He dissed, they spin't and hit his momma this shit get weird
His brother cryin'
Bump down artist, we really get shit started, I ain't never sleep with no nine
Heat Seeker scope, G3, this a MOS, my bitch like "What did you find?"

[Outro]
(This is a DJ Slimeball exclusive)
Ayy lemme hear that bih' from the top