Tytuł: The Life of a... (Gangsta)

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  They'll be a man
  One to lead his people into victory
  One who goes through time
  One who seen pain
  The one who see's the glory
  That man is I, Capone
  The leader, follow me
  
  They wanna beat me like Rodney
  See me like Pac
  Have me like O.J. doing 100 in the drop
  Railroad me like the Hurricane but I won't stop, let's go
  
  [Chorus]
  Look at my life (look at my life)
  Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
  Look at my life (look at my life)
  Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (gangsta)
  I'ma gangsta
  
  [Verse 1]
  Yo, yo
  Take a journey through my life
  Walk through the nights with me
  It's a long road ahead of us, I hope that your ???
  Queensbridge, a trife city ??? slums
  I've seen political homicides and crack related ones
  Pac and Bigggie, god bless em I don't know where to begin
  Forgive me lord for I've committed a sin
  I sold crack to my mans mom
  I feed my uncle dope in his arm
  I testify to every word wrote in this song
  Except the 5th commandment, thou shall not kill
  I obviously ignored it cause my blood shall not spill
  So I chose to squeeze first
  Put you 6 feet deep in the dirt
  And watch your cold soul emerge from the earth
  I was a star first, then I grew into the sun
  Destined to shine over the planet
  Till I came across a gun, infactutated by the sound
  When the shots get sprayed, like (gunshots)
  I'm about to take the streets to another phase
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2]
  I'm amazed I'm still living
  I came close to the end of my days
  I couldn't let the streets raise my two siblings
  Or my kid, I'm too thoro, I survived through prison
  Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen
  I live life like I'm racing to an early death
  Exceeding the speed limit, with no brakes
  Quiet when I step, reality bites
  I'm gangsta for life, so I squeeze like
  I hold the mac precise
  With 32 shot clips
  And turn your hard top into a convertible drop whip
  They talking to rappers, chose my name to reflect
  I'm hot, grimy entertainers come
  Drama east to west
  I don't wanna kill no more
  At times I hear death knocking at my front door
  Feeling like I'm being watched everytime that I score
  What if the pigs got me on survaillance
  A rebel to the law, I got 2 strikes against me
  1 shot in me, a vest and a semi
  ???
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3]
  ??? bust from jail, a mink
  A pound of the real, a 37 inch link
  Money in the bank, a Coup to match it
  I was released like a boss ???
  You know the kind of thing a gangsta could relax in
  Lifes a bitch, but fuck it
  Trying to keep my whole faculty covered
  And spits more like an iraqian thugging
  If you wanna take me, mommy I'm coming
  But if not, they can never break
  I'ma keep gunning and bust shots
  
  [Chorus 2x]