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1. Keene

   If you ever listened to the song thoroughly, you will hear the cycle the gun runs through only to end up in the hands of the next person to kill again…

   It’s funny how people call themselves “Gangsta” but be softer than wet toilet tissue. I know this because I came UP with alot of these stupid “niggas” only to see them go DOWN due to the reason they pick up a gun. I shared my childhood with a bunch of fuckin’ pussy’s, punks, and pansies. People you know for a fact that aint got a ” Gangsta” bone in they body. Through the influence of cmmercial rap music and the fascination of the false stories being told, these cats decide pick up a gun and without street credibility label themselves “gangsta”. Crazy how one of your closest friends defriends you because of his new label. Nas spit it so true. I can’t deny these “niggas” of their new found power. Shit, if I called them out in front of their new “Gangsta” friends, the audience is going to want to see how “Gangsta” they really are. POW!!! There goes the death of a true friendship and the new rise of POWER!!!

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2. troublsome

   Yo, weeks went by and I’m surprised
   Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
   Besides me it’s bullets, two vests and then a nine
   There’s a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
   Cause he ain’t been cleaned in a year, he’s rusty as clear
   He’s bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
   Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
   His eyes bubblin, he said, “It was on”
   I felt his palm troubled him shakin
   Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
   He placed me on his waist, the moment I’ve been waitin
   My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
   It’s gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
   But this time, it’s done intentionally
   He walked me outside, saw this cat
   Cocked me back, said, “Remember me?”
   He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
   Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for ‘im
   He squeezed harder, I didn’t budge, sick of the blood
   Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man’s grudge
   What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
   A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
   My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
   I didn’t know he was hit, it’s over with
   Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
   Now I’m happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
   Damn!

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3. Boosy

   cops could come but they can’t see me
   niggas flash badges still can’t arrest me
   Your man’s and em stay keep grilling
   how a niggga gonna catch feelings
   when the clown rap is so illin

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