"Gangsta Times" lyrics
Inner City Posse Lyrics
Philosophy and music, that's my category
Hip Hop thungs in the ghetto territory
My story is cold but it must be told
Started out with the very first man I rolled
A party store owner, became a blood donor
Donated some blood to a deli street corner
I clubbed the old man with a brick on the chin
It was grandmaster sin but I'll do it again
Prostitutes want loot so they can shot up
Ha-ha, what's goin' up is the end of my boot, bitch
Right up your ass if you try and confront me
Try and comfort me, you lie in my trunky
Pick you up down river, you never should quiver
Deliver cap peeler, dump your ass in the river
I kill prostitutes just to whore, I can whore
Violent dribbles say, "Man, I'm in the ghetto territory."
My days away of well bred
Disbelievers are on their deathbeds
My territory is what you vacate, the realm is mine so let me say that
This is a play that goes without sayin'
A disease of lyrics that is about to be infective
Break it down to some intelligence, B
Aight, breakin' it down till dawn
'Cause you're worshiping the ground I walk upon
Fell short from the rhyme that was in youth
Like an injection of steroids, pumping juice
Let's return to a condition that's critical
As I give a dose of me, the Lyrical
So when I step to the door
It better be me you had a ration for
Felt the Violence, now feel Intelligence
Plead the fifth, the case is irrelevant
In the crowd is who will pursue
Whatever it takes, that what I'll do
'Cause I'ma push over when it comes to a gathering
Grab a mic, and make it start happening
Break through from the ghetto to bring you this
Punk, didn't you know, I never miss
I'm about yearning to be hype
If you get what I'm sayin', then you're my type
Don't worry, 'cause I won't neglect
Inner City Posse is in effect
Why don't ya kick a little, Violent J
Street gang so we bang, sweet hours we hang
Occupation: gang, population: ghetto thang
Educatin', make a facial was too much for me
No smarter, pushin' cards at the A.M.P.
Now I wait down wage so I grab a gage
Hopin' saw once more, hey, make front page
To survive Detroit on average pay
Some choose to abuse to live this way
Projects come home in the ghetto zone
Don't man they pass who never roam
Iron hand over land, stand proud down town
Mile away in Delray, a dead boy is found
Situation in our hands pumpin' out a free story
Correction start killin' from the ghetto territory
Hip Hop thungs in the ghetto territory
My story is cold but it must be told
Started out with the very first man I rolled
A party store owner, became a blood donor
Donated some blood to a deli street corner
I clubbed the old man with a brick on the chin
It was grandmaster sin but I'll do it again
Prostitutes want loot so they can shot up
Ha-ha, what's goin' up is the end of my boot, bitch
Right up your ass if you try and confront me
Try and comfort me, you lie in my trunky
Pick you up down river, you never should quiver
Deliver cap peeler, dump your ass in the river
I kill prostitutes just to whore, I can whore
Violent dribbles say, "Man, I'm in the ghetto territory."
My days away of well bred
Disbelievers are on their deathbeds
My territory is what you vacate, the realm is mine so let me say that
This is a play that goes without sayin'
A disease of lyrics that is about to be infective
Break it down to some intelligence, B
Aight, breakin' it down till dawn
'Cause you're worshiping the ground I walk upon
Fell short from the rhyme that was in youth
Like an injection of steroids, pumping juice
Let's return to a condition that's critical
As I give a dose of me, the Lyrical
So when I step to the door
It better be me you had a ration for
Felt the Violence, now feel Intelligence
Plead the fifth, the case is irrelevant
In the crowd is who will pursue
Whatever it takes, that what I'll do
'Cause I'ma push over when it comes to a gathering
Grab a mic, and make it start happening
Break through from the ghetto to bring you this
Punk, didn't you know, I never miss
I'm about yearning to be hype
If you get what I'm sayin', then you're my type
Don't worry, 'cause I won't neglect
Inner City Posse is in effect
Why don't ya kick a little, Violent J
Street gang so we bang, sweet hours we hang
Occupation: gang, population: ghetto thang
Educatin', make a facial was too much for me
No smarter, pushin' cards at the A.M.P.
Now I wait down wage so I grab a gage
Hopin' saw once more, hey, make front page
To survive Detroit on average pay
Some choose to abuse to live this way
Projects come home in the ghetto zone
Don't man they pass who never roam
Iron hand over land, stand proud down town
Mile away in Delray, a dead boy is found
Situation in our hands pumpin' out a free story
Correction start killin' from the ghetto territory
