Letras:
Blood For Blood Ya Still A Paper Gangster

Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a

less Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a

overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old girl Well, you gang members, you still

For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for

makin' a bitch move. Tellin' people a bunch-a garbage? Somethin' that a snitch do, Get ya ass flipped dude, and ya body ditched dude, Get ya ass run up

the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet, Now come drag ya dog out the ring how he love that, Yung wid a attitude, watch how ya talk to me, Keep playin freddy

want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know

bad My buildin', my porch, my stoop Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I'm Bruce Straight for paper, paper chaser Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta I know my block is a

still wikkid But somehow I kept comin up Just shy of a ticket Now I'm doin the most As a matter of fact I'm doin it all Cus connect gang bangin mean