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Reverse the Mentality February 5, 2006 By Kell Ramos for Street Gangs Magazine No thugs No guns No iced out chains No girls givin brain In the back of the Range No drinkin crystol everyday of the week No more drug kingpins runnin the street When you bust a gun Take the bullet back No more gang shootouts No more peelin caps No more industry beef On the ten o'clock news No more sellin crack Let's change the views Talk about a different topic What you got to lose What you got to prove Ya sound confused You gotta live the life Ya gotta pay the dues It's easy to be a gangsta When you got 50 bodyguards And fake thugs that wannabe rappin That'll shoot anybody Once your fingers start snappin But wont die for you When them other kids start clappin BACK But that's exactly what you'll see The back of their body As they run away Leavin you to get Shot, Rot and Decay I guess you know now that crime doesn't pay But you were hard headed Had to learn the hard way Gangsters look fly But they die everyday And if you aint from the hood You should just stay away But you walk around like that's where your from You feel protected cause you know someone Or your family lives there Walk around by yourself You start shaking you're scared You aint Scarface, you aint Al Capone You aint John Gotti or Vito Corleone You just an average thug wannabe Fake rap prodigy CD listener You lack originality A stolen identity With no credability You're really a faggot It's in your heredity You come from suburbia You study rap videos And now you're a murderer From a small town no one ever heard a ya Went to jail one time as a serial burgala (burgler) Stealin TV box To smoke crack rocks You was the number one customer at the coke spot Not for sellin But smokin the shit And sniffin it Rehab 3 times and you still cant quit So who ya playin Actin like ya some kinda DON You just a average dope fiend hooked on methadon But you wanna be a gangsta You wanna be a killa Wanna pollute kids minds wit ya raps and rhymes Teachin the drug game Baggin nicks and dimes Don't complain about slave traders Cause you're ten times worse You lead your people To a neverending sleep in a hearse Let's reverse The mentality Focus on reality Just be yourself to avoid the calamity That's bound to happen Once you start rappin Gangsta actin Leads ta dirt nappin All gets started when lips start smackin Guns get ta clappin We start reactin Down on the floor cause you wanna be a killa Smoke from ya brain like you was godzilla Cause your a false prophet A legend in your own mind I heard your CD It was a waste a time I seek the truth You continue to lie Bullshit like that I refuse to buy Real gangsta's don't cry They multiply Real killa's aint afraid to die They don't rap about tha dirt they do They just keep it all inside They don't snitch on the people they run wit too They just do the prison time They don't talk about the drugs they sell They just make the money hide So ya wannabe a gangsta and get shot up I gotta ask tha question WHY News Topics | Home | Research | History | Blood Gangs | Crip Gangs | People| Life in a Gang | Gallery | Iraqi Cards | Memorial | Migration | Graffiti | Resume| Injunctions Homicides | Maps | Contact

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