Artist: K-9 Album: Too Gangsta for Radio Song: Gangsta'd Out Typed by: warrioraider@hotmail.com (Intro) Welcome... Detriot, Michigan We're here at the national Khu Klux Klan Rally Today we're gonna welcome one of our newest members His name's Eminem His clan name's gon' be Marshall Mathers Heh, he, ha, I like it Anyways, ugh... Now the honorable grand dragon is gonna be presidin' Lookey here, boy, from now on you're gon' be a nigger lover, boy Smile, you're gonna be a God-damned rap star You're gon' get off your ass, and get on your Trojan, boy And you gon' sell more records than them NIGGERS ever will! You hear me? You gon' get with Dr. Gay N, W... with a dick is his mouth N, W, AIDS... I don't give a shit You gon' hustle your ass off, boy Cause when they kissin' your ass, they kissin' the Klan's ass And when they suckin' YO dick, they suckin' Hitler's dick Just remember one thing, boy... Every God-damned dollar you make, well, that's just another dollar for the Klan (Song starts) (Intro) What?! My nigga Vic rest in peace, my nigga (rest in peace, Vic) Yeah... Much love, nigga (much love) You know there's no love, nigga (fuckin' haters.. ain't no love for no haters) Yeah... My niggas encarcerated (all of my niggas encarcerated, keep yo head up) Yo, yo, yo, yo, K-9... Since it's your moment to shine on this motherfuckin' record, why don't you show them how we keep it out West? (Chorus) Gangsta'd out For all my riders in the streets We gangsta'd out Still haulin' after police We're Gangsta'd out You niggas know what we about We gangsta'd out We keep it gangsta'd out Gangsta'd out To all my niggas c-walkin' We gangsta'd out To all my niggas b-walkin' We're gangsta'd out You niggas know what we about We gangsta'd out We keep it gangsta'd out (Verse 1) Smoke one for me if tomorrow never happens Cause I'll probably go out blazin', in a gun fight Cause I only got one life (sup, nigga?!) And I'ma do what I choose, to live it Mash, murder for cash And pray to God this ain't our last Days on earth (my... nigga) You's a bitch for what she worth, and split You see our cats represent If you a mack, let's get bent, nigga Pull out our pot on the corner For all my doggs in a coma Who died in California From Inglewood to Watts (woo! woo!) From L.A. to the Bay Pacoima and San Bernardino, Latinos and Filipinos Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies Escalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet up So roll the weed up (what up, nigga?) Parkin' lot packed, and polishin' acts Q 45's, if finished, my niggas sent us to win it Like gold bend it, scrilla we spend it Cash, Yola, the game ain't over Hold up, soldier (Chorus) (Verse 2) First ones to gaffle 6-4 cut, sag the khakis on creases (yeah) Brought the gangster to the rap game, and tore that shit to pieces (ugh) First to rock the ace duece, with the matches 'round the rim The diamond in the middle, first to pend a 'hood film Labeled The Menace to Society, my Boys up In the Hood Gangsta rap starts, first to fuck with Hollywood, yeah It's killa Cali, the gangsta rap capitol And rollin' through my 'hood, boy, you better duck for the ??? True gangsta niggas... And boy, they quick to kill ya (ba!) Lay that ass out, you backin' out? Yeah, I feel ya (uh-huh) We keep it hard, ain't no cuts up in our 'brow Yeah, he's alright, but, um... He dies now (whew!) The gangsta motto... Two niggas hard to follow Choke that ass out, like your girl before she swallow Won't ever stop These niggas you love to hate, true... Gangsta riders, livin' in the... gangsta state (Chorus) (Verse 3) When they pronounced that the war was over I sparked a Vega filled with Dosia Anxious to pop, thinkin' of 'Pac Why did nobody drop? Who got it locked? In Y Cal... California took a bow Now New York turnin' the game with our style L.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin' over instrumentals Really ain't raw, just represent on what they saw Casualties shook the industry Assasination of Biggie and 'Pac Khadafi and Stretch, got rappers tottin' Techs, up the side Makaveli, your riders scared to ride! The realest done died Representin'... Ghetto politic And the last Don, lock up the game Sew up this coast, fresh out on bail, promotin' Death Row ???? your record sales, around the World without a tour Pushin' Peruvian flight Can't wait to spark a flame in Blaze Blaze Magazine... for underatin' 'Pac Pull out some Henn for Khadafi and Eazy Eternally... We thuggin' in peace Fuck the peace! (Chorus)(2x) (Music fades out)