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Gang-Sta

Brother are you really so Gang-sta?

Do you know the lay of the land?

How you walk the walk and talk the talk

Oh I wont hold it against ya

We've been  DOWN   by the river's soft bend

Wind in our eyes and tears of the   HAWK

I'm not talkin scar face and bullets

Nine  Milly,  cement shoes, chics as hoes

Speed crack heroine and needle wars

No, no,   gang-sta   is and no regrets

Brother for brother and walk in your shoes

Life on the edge and living is raw

 

Oh that is just so  gang-sta  of you

How we walk on the rim of the well

Above as below is all of the law

Hold me together here in the blue

I'll be waitin on this side of hell

Our dance is our tune: the old soft shoe

                                                                                                            SL  12/12.2002