THE COMRADS - Wanna Be Gangsta lyrics

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(feat. Soultre)

[Verse 1]

As a kid, I thought I would grow up and get a gig

And stay on a job for 40 years like my grandpa did

Lord knows mama tryed to keep me straight

Come home from school and get ya homework done so you can graduate

No stayin out late, we had to be in when the street lights came on

That's when it seemed like everything was goin on

It was, I fucked up and got my first buzz

Then I remember, the first time a nigga said cuz

I was in now, had dreams of goin to the pen now

It was then, that life would never be the same again

Momma used to say she wasn't raisin no thug

Wit tears in her eyes and she gave me a hug

No more lessons, I was introduced to smith & wessons

Confession from a drug dealin gang bangin youth

Influenced by the thangs that the big homies do

Hittin up the hood doin drive-bys too and we steal

[Chorus: Soultre]

I don't know why, they wanna be gangstas

So many drive-bys, they wanna be gansgstas

So many of em die, they wanna be gangstas

Lord knows I try, they wanna be gangstas

[Verse 2]

A youngster amongs the wolves and thieves

Taught if ya pull out a strap, then squeeze

Go out like a hog, never go out on ya knees

And if you get cracked, then why did you beef?

Never leave ya house without ya heat

Never leave ya spouse without some heat

Never have ya house up in the street

Never conduct ya business from ya home phone

The volumes are home grown

I'm serious, conspiracy'll hold ya

They trippin off some shit I did 6 years ago in South Dakota

10 years, damn, and didn't get caught with a gram

Never use ya name on a credit card scam

Double check ya rear view, relocate ya livin quotas every year or two

Keep ya workers fearin you, and you could be cosure wit them set rules

Never let em know ya next move, smooth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

When I think about it, I never did stand a fair chance

Hangin on the corner wit them stones in my hand

My uncle used to tell me ain't nothin wrong wit fast money

Stackin chips and get ya paper, young nigga, don't be no dummy

Choke the trigger if anybody ever try to trip

If niggaz think you scary, then they don't take yo shit

Never back down and no man

And while ya makin money, save all that you can - understand?

I'm in the hood wit my drink in a brown paper bag

Had to raise up from mom's house cause I got her mad

She was trippin bout employment and on gettin some schoolin

My high school was rough enough, mom who ya foolin?

I'm on foot patrol wit no heat

I got a seat cruisin but it got a slow leak

Stole some flicks and flaffin jeeps, at least now a nigga is mo

Portrayed my G all stands for some dough though, ghetto portfolio

[Chorus: repeat until fade]