Gangsta (Urban Romance)

Nice Meeting You

I was beyond pissed that she said that. Like really, you blood hoe. I stand outside and pull out a cigarette. I need a smoke to calm my nerves. I hear footsteps coming from behind me. I see Azaliea coming out. She didn’t even say anything she just hugged me. I cried into her chest. I’m so glad I meet her in 7th grade and she got all the hate from the girls and the love from the boys. She was the only white girl there. She’s my sister from anotha mister. She rubbed my back and told me, “Don’t worry bout that hoe, just come back into the studio and makes this work.”

Shawn

The Fauna girl just sat there after Harmony left. She fixed her hair and everything but you vould still see the black eye she got. That shit was World Star worthy. Trey wanted to talk about Malaysia but naw man I don’t wanna think bout her right now. I threw my write book at Trey and got into the booth. I placed on my headphones and my beat dropped.

 Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up

Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up

Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie

An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me

Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer

I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga

And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry

But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die

We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep

You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep

Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat

And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at

And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend

And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end

I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger

You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger

(By a total stranger) with the ?kanga?

Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya

Sting ya with one up in the chamber

Let's take a trip up Holloway

So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today

We standin up for our own shit

And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch

It ain't no love in this muthafucka

It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother

Because we real with this shit, so we stay true

And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do

I've got the mind of the man in the mirror

So I'm lookin at me vaguely

But I can't seem to fade me

I've got my pistol pon cock

Ready to lick shots non-stop

Until I see your monkey-ass drop

And let your homies know who done it

Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit 

you muthafuckas know who run it

So when you put this muthafucka to the test