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STYLES lyrics : "A Gangster And A Gentleman"

[Styles - Verse One]
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a ^!$$% if you know what I mean

They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
and had me in Corona, Queens
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 ^!$$%
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


[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
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)


[Styles - Verse Two]
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 baggin up, me and golf
Then %#@! start addin up, we gettin smart
Now we on Broadway, coppin our own base

Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle
Drink an OE and scramble 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
^!$$% get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome
Bump me up worst when I went to the group home


[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]
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)


[Styles - Verse Three]
I'm leavin out a lotta %#@!, ^!$$% it's too real

My alcoholic backround, the welfare motels
Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit
How the $#&@ I'm gon bomb wit you

And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight
My ^!$$%s I can't name, outta state (My ^!$$%s $#&@ with
weight)

Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
You $#&@in with a dirty name, don't let these ^!$$%s 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
Blok)
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, mother$#&@ers

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

[Chorus (repeat 2x) - Styles]

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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