Gangstas Dont Cry/Just Rhymin Wit Kane - Just Ice



[DJ Premier scratches]

"All praises due to the one Just Ice"

"Cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing less"

"Cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing less"

"Cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing less"

"Let's rest, so I can take a breath, cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing

less"



[Just Ice]

Motherfuckers wanna be gangstas talkin all kind of shit

So I'ma take it to theses niggas show em how real shit can get

I get the chicks with the big tits, fat ass and the thick lips

The firm thighs, bright eyes, cute face and tight lipped

Cheddar balls in every pocket

Dick stay hard like a rocket

Ready to fuck any bird that move

I ain't got a damn thing to prove

Only take shit to the streets

Then I bring shit from the streets

Always make shit from the streets

Constantly break shit in the streets

Motherfuckers talkin that love shit

Like it's something you ever heard of

Soon as you turn your back

Say motherfuckers talkin murder







Talkin about your demise

Splitting up your pies

The nest nigga that's in line

That's the next nigga that's gonna rise

A sim showed me some love nigga

Who appeared to be nothin great

That was your man, who was your man?

Now scramblin got you wet

Get your vest and take it off

Nigga, that court room ripped you off

Livin in his home, suckin his dick talkin on his phone

Layin up in his bed

Fuckin around with his head

While I run the place in red

And you lay up there half dead

Talkin about this pain that you feel

You wanna die?

No, gangsta's don't bitch

And we never, ever cry

If you wanna run the streets like a thug

Fast car, fast life, girl, drug

20 inc



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