Studio Gangster

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you think your a one of a kind but your naked and blind you exposed your groin to the nation's populace death row in comes the dope show you be shooting up the tracks hold in your own in the act
blasting the Ajax boogy down to your socks kicking it with your hommies but you know they don't respect you Suckas like you all want to rap but you got to give them a mop you think it takes a man
to make a baby well maybe



got a flash from your past going to make it blast stand up on your feet and beat the beats I'm true in what I do where as others haven't a single clue we have to ckeck it in gear don't you fear rap
is where its at all the homeboys are giving me a heart attack your a studio gangster the image of a prodigy being set free flash from my past and my fame is getting bigger getting the news you sing
the blues while watching Hill Street Blues



shooting hoops in the back of the yard playing spades getting to far open a bottle the sip on my forty cause in effect have you forgotten that we met loose lips sinks ships take some time to move
those hips shattered dreams flirting through the means onto the extreme holding my own at the back yard pool as mister cool

Submitted: October 22, 2017

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you think your a one of a kind but your naked and blind

you exposed your groin to the nation's populace

death row in comes the dope show

you be shooting up the tracks hold in your own in the act

blasting the Ajax boogy down to your socks

kicking it with your hommies but you know they don't respect you

Suckas like you all want to rap but you got to give them a mop

you think it takes a man to make a baby well maybe

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got a flash from your past going to make it blast

stand up on your feet and beat the beats

I'm true in what I do where as others haven't a single clue

we have to ckeck it in gear don't you fear

rap is where its at all the homeboys are giving me a heart attack

your a studio gangster the image of a prodigy being set free

flash from my past and my fame is getting bigger

getting the news you sing the blues while watching Hill Street Blues

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shooting hoops in the back of the yard

playing spades getting to far

open a bottle the sip on my forty

cause in effect have you forgotten that we met

loose lips sinks ships take some time to move those hips

shattered dreams flirting through the means onto the extreme

holding my own at the back yard pool as mister cool

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