From the Era

From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 That was the energy in the hood that was giving off If you try to make peace, then you consider soft Got tears on your mind, better get it off You say you're giving us the news You're giving us the blues No clues, no type of solution Advocate for pollution Long as you making money, you gonna keep it moving Yeah, your poisonous food is trap I'm asking, how can you be cool with that Trying to make it cool to kill a cool to jack Flooding women, children, and dudes with crack Even though you hold a stack, you hold it back Cause the system that hate you let you hold a stack And that won't keep your soul intact From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 Looking for gold and hit the cul-de-sac In your contract, it was a bunch of loopholes You was a hot rapper, but the game was too cold You hit February in the middle of Hugo You signed a contract and got deceit back twofold I'm from the era where gangsta split wigs And all them gangstas had baby kids And if they never caught a body, they would say they did This ain't nothing new, this just the way they live Generous with the bullets, that's the way they give And I was told, being a gangsta is cool And boys don't cry, it's the number one rule From the era when gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 You from the era where gangstas wore sheets And come and burn your little house down when you sleep You from the era when gangstas wore suits And come and pluck your little money up by the roots Welcome to enron where the snakes run rampant Because of all their greed, they destroying the planet They're projects for profit and to steal people's wallet I don't understand how a snake could get brolic That corporate greed you wear up your sleeve Made you the rotten apple that fell from the tree Those thugs in suits were sticking people for they paper Stacking money higher than a high sky scraper There was so much ingress of dirt To make the whole staff just stressed at work Here we are operating for real like a dirty cop You got the energy, you don't want to stop That's what I call a hardcore banga No integrity that's gangsta From the era where gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era when gangster music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era when gangster music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era when gangsta music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 Some record labels was doing a lot of stealing The greedy pigs was stacking chips to the ceiling Wheelin" in artists with no integrity Trying to make things confusing with no brevity You want slaves working hard, breathing heavily And giving artists one% of they melody Thought it was better to steal than to give The ones in the slums you don't care if they live Hitting people in the hood with the dog whistle Sending in the force to pull out they pistols What's the issue There is no issue They just hate you, want your family to miss you Defecate on the hood then drop us some tissue Yep Like you're doing us a favor Crying for your dog but do not want us as a neighbor Red line us out your zone You don't want us getting homes Let that marinate on your dome That's gangster stuff and the war is on From the era when gangster music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era when gangster music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era when gangster music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 From the era when gangster music was so live Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45 Jesus is the solution to all these problems I'm picking up Proverbs four:5 four:5 And Job 28:28