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    "Gentleman" Lyrics


    Genre:Hip-Hop, Pop
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    My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
    I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
    They hooked up in the - 70's when liquor and weed was heavy
    And have me and corone their dreams

    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 nigga

    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

    I said Gangstas ride
    Gentlemen live your life
    Cause Gangstas die
    It's only a matter of time

    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 bangin up, me and golf
    Then shit start addin up,
    We gettin smart.
    Now we on Broadway,
    Coppin our own bench.
    Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle

    Drink a old ease Grem 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.
    Nigga get a little loony and grown,
    Soup in the dome.
    Bump me up worst when I went to the group home

    I said Gangstas ride
    Gentlemen live your life
    Cause Gangstas die
    It's only a matter of time

    I'm leavin out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real
    My alcoholic backround,
    The welfare motels.
    Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit
    How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you

    And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight
    My niggas I can't name, outta state
    Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
    You fuckin with a dirty name,
    Don't let these niggas 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

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

    I said Gangstas ride
    Gentlemen live your life
    Cause Gangstas die
    It's only a matter of time
    This song was submitted on April 12th, 2013.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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