Twista - American Gangsta

[Chorus] American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta Chi-town bred Cause I gotta rep my city to the death Annialate them till I don't see nothin left Remember I spit it for the bitches Now I'm spittin for the thugs Hat cocked to the right Hat cocked to the left Brotha it's a formal It's a focus on ya chest I spit it for the lords, and the for the folks and for the crips and for the bloods I'm like an american dream Role to the green, with the souls and the breeds and the cobras a kings and the 2-16 Millimeter bullets from the niggas that Tryin to do opposite. They don't really wanna see how phyco I can get I don't really see a mutha fucka stoppin this Tryin to come at u and the apocalypse .40 cal will have ya screamin, I don't wanna die I am becomin nauseous with the fake thugs So it's love To the real G's and all the boss's To the niggas in the caller case That got into it big To get wut nobody gave us We was born into this system, so don't be mad at what u made us. Pull the pistol and cock it and bust in the sky One time for the U.S, for turnin my niggas to gangstas cause gettin money is what they do best. Hard to fight like I ever did like Al Capone Gangsta's is boss's, K-town is the mutha fuckin hood, the Rock is the company, come and step into my office. [Chorus] Forever see me in a lack Got work but ya never see me in a pack A mutha fucka said he never seen me with a strap And I heard a mutha fucka say he don't see me in the hood. Lil nigga I don't see u, cause homie my hood is worldwide, and gettin money is wut we do. Make ya knee joints lock when I freak u Hit the 3 point shot like Hedo Turkoglu up in the game U killin the game like pac, nigga we point glocks like he do, see u. No one will recognize I'm the maker of the Midwest I'm like for real? Controversy in the middle... I guess I'm like shaquille. U can go on feel like ya feel Nigga kno the hands I like to kill But if u can hit me with the bangs Lil cheap for shit, let's strike the deal Got my phycos in the city rollin with me Always ready busta cap at the king like duuu. I can bury ya bodies like an animal Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food. Rippin thru your flesh so I can devour the heart Music is my playground, but if the rappin don't get u, I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this bitch nigga lay down. And no competition I had to be fuckin a twig? Whoever comin for me gangsta, I'm a get it everytime I wanna get it. I'm living proof It's a category F5. [Chorus]