A Gangsta’s life.
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I was born in the streets so I consider myself married to the game,
once I entered knowledge and understanding I carried to game,
switched up the dress code so I blended with the streets,
directions for perfection, I send it with the streets,
this thing we call game, I bleed for it,
its like oxgen to me,I need for it,
Some gangsta’s make love in the streets,
but me? I make love to the streets,
I keep a grip on them streets like a nice set of thighs,
stare at the game like a set of the prettiest eyes,
Real gangsta’s would rather divorce they wife before they leave the game,
they would lie to that woman before they decieve the game,
The reason gangsta’s feel like they need the game?
Because if his woman ever left him there will always be the game!!
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