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this beat got me feeling sweaty my breathing feeling heavy they can kill me but I’m already gone nothing left but flesh my soul dipped but in refreshed into a cold ass mothafucka you can kiss me but I ain’t a lover Chorus “you look like a gangster” from movie as far as I can remmeber I always wanted to be a gangster

The sun is shining somewhere around the globe 🌎

omg this is amazing

Olenko minä todellakin ensimmäisen täällä tämä kuulostaa todella

Nice! Thanks! ❤

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Bro my dad told me back in his days he used to listen to this music in his car at volume 89 on his low rider and he told me to search it up and he cried when he heard this song again so when I get my car I'll Do the same thing that he did. can't belive he did this in Portugal

What is this visualizer called?

Can you do aleph and Rhine stone eyes

4 years ago today…

This slaps on x1.25 speed

"You look like a gangster"

as long as he could remember he always wanted to be a gangster

Hi Mom , What do u think? U look like a Gangster!....

Jesus is the only way to heaven

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black-it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah-straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo-now; [Verse 1] Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm, I be kickin' Musician, inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" - the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind [Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Verse 2] Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

Too cold 🔥🔥

This is better

"Oh my god... You look like a gangster! 0:20

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This hits different when you are stoned

I loved❤❤❤❤❤❤

I loved

Mafia soundtrack

This song is perfect 👌🏻

D r i v e B o y , D i v e B o y

As far back as I can remember I always wanted to be a GANGSTER

damn.

Need this on Spotify pls

Who’s here from the Poatan edit? Shxts hard.

👍

Yees thats what im talking about

"For me, being a ganster was better than being president of the United States..."

TO ACHIEVE INFINITY...TRUST NOT YOUR OWN THOUGHTS TRUST LOVE GOD IS LOVE✝️😎💜.........................💎♾💎

Doooooooooowwwwwnnnnnnbbbbeeeeaaaaaaat

J'ai perdu des frères, mais j'ai pas perdu la raison Toujours absent à la maison, j'vends la frappe qui t'rend super con Sur l'terrain toutes les saisons, j'rentre dans la cabine sous potion Négro si on part demain, j't'assure qu'ils nous oublieront (oublieront) De bicrave j'leur donne des leçons, à fond dans la caisse, j'enchaîne les missions (missions) Elle veut d'l'oseille, donc elle donne son fion J'envoie la canne à pêche, tu mords à l'hameçon T'es hard si dans ta poche t'as l'maton, c'est pas toi mais ton cul que nous matons J'encule la prod' sans effraction, contrôle de routine, ça part en sucette J'viens, j'ravitaille le tiekson J'barode dans la ville, j'suis avec Gissley, j'me dis qu'y a trop d'mythos dans l'son Ça vend tout, beu-her, coke, résine, ça sent la commission J'envoie une racli pour pister, tu veux 13 grammes, j't'envoie 10 g À chaque morceau j'les fais flipper, j'suis avec Raz, on est quillés Si j'pense à toi on va t'tuer, pas b'soin d'toi pour m'assumer (non non) Libérez So mon fraté (oui oui), la stup' à pattes j'vais chasser (et oui) J'ai déviergé mon casier (casier), fin d'TP ça va compter (compter) Sur l'terrain comme Kante pour l'salaire à Mbappé (à Mbappé)

Nothing like searching an idea for a video and finding it on youtube

Sick!

All this time maybe I coulda been wrong but god damn doin wrong feel so good nigga sometimes I jus drink out the bottle might as well call me Scottie pimpin the way I’m pimpin out theses bitches but niggas tryna hate on me so I gotta keep the 9 on me fully loaded one in head for anyone tryna play wit the team

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One of the sickest beats i ever heard in my entire Life ! Gonna drop a sick car edit on IG soon and one of the best sounds to be ever made even the original Song absolute Banger. Grüße aus Deutschland zu Heftig der Song !!!

The prodigy is the gods of electronic music

made my own rap lyrics thanks to dis

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