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My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa

I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean

They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy

And have me and crone their dreams



By the time I was seven my mom left my pop

Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York

Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary

My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts



By the time I was nine, I was outta my mind

My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind

Ten and eleven the same I never would change

He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga



Still wearin' skippys

Bob had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair

My mommy said, wait 'til Christmas but I needed 'em sooner

If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor



I said, gangstas ride, ride with me

Gentlemen live your life, live it up

'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die

It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'



I said, gangstas ride, ride with me

Gentlemen live your life, live it up

'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die

It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'



It was 1986 and I was twelve years old

That's right around the time when crack came out

It was the best thing that happened to me

I swear to God 'cause I was gettin' everything that I was askin' about



First we started off bangin' up, me and golf

Then shit start addin' up, we gettin' smart

Now we on Broadway, coppin' our own bench

Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle



Drink a old ease grem like it wasn't tomorrow

I'm gettin' kicked out of Junior High, thinkin' I'm grown

God bust with the yellow rabbit

And I had every color dealt we was gettin' it on



I was out robbin' Mexicans six in the morn'

Mom said, I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone

Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome

Bump me up worst when I went to the group home



I said, gangstas ride, ride with me

Gentlemen live your life, live it up

'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die

It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'



I said, gangstas ride, ride with me

Gentlemen live your life, live it up

'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die

It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'



I'm leavin' out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real

My alcoholic back round, the welfare motels

Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit

How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you



And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight

My niggas I can't name, outta state, my niggas fuck with weight

Little brother gone but I got a baby angel

You fuckin' with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you



The present's what you get

And the past is what make the man future

I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman

No there ain't a S on my chest, but it's a D on my block

(D block)

And said life the deepest lesson is death



I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rest

I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, Panero the best

When I pass I'm like gas, motherfuckers

'Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget



I said, gangstas ride, ride with me

Gentlemen live your life, live it up

'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die

It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'



I said, gangstas ride, ride with me

Gentlemen live your life, live it up

'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die

It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'
 

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