[Styles - Verse One]
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My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
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I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
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They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
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and had me in Corona, Queens
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By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
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Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
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Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary
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My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts
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By the time I was nine I was outta my mind
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My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind
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Ten and eleven the same I never would change
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He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga
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Still wearin' Skippys
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Garf had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair
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My mommy said wait 'til Christmas but I needed em sooner
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If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor
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[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
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I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
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Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
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Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
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It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)
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[Styles - Verse Two]
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It was 1986 and I was twelve years old
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That's right around the time when crack came out
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It was the best thing that happened to me
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I swear to God cause I was gettin everything that I was askin about
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First we started off baggin up, me and garf
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Then shit start addin up, we gettin smart
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Now we on Broadway, coppin our own base
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Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle
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Drink an OE and scramble like it wasn't tomorrow
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I'm gettin kicked out of Junior High, thinkin I'm grown
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Got bust with the yellow rabbit
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And I had every color dealt we was gettin it on
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I was out robbin Mexicans six in the morn'
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Mom said I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone
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Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome
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Fuck me up worst when I went to the group home
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[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
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I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
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Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
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Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
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It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)
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[Styles - Verse Three]
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I'm leavin out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real
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My alcoholic backround, the welfare motels
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Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit
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How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you
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And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight
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My niggas I can't name, outta state (My niggas fuck with weight)
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Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
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You fuckin with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you
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The present's what you get
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And the past is what make the man future
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I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman
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No there ain't a 'S' on my chest, but it's a 'D' on my block (D Blok)
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And said life the deepest lesson is death
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I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rep
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I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best
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When I pass I'm like gas, motherfuckers
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Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget
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[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
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I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me)
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Gentlemen live your life (Live it up)
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Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die)
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It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)
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A Gangster And A Gentleman
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| Styles |
