They Turned Gangsta Lyrics
| Song | They Turned Gangsta |
| Artist | Poor Righteous Teachers |
| Album | New World Order |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gregory, Grimes, Hunter ... | |
| (feat. Brother J and Sluggy Ranks) | |
| [Sluggy Ranks] | |
| We don't want no weapons | |
| No weapons! | |
| Don't need no ammunition | |
| No ammunition! | |
| It's killing off the nation | |
| Guns and knives take people's lives | |
| It's true (for real) | |
| Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay | |
| [x2] | |
| (Easy Mr. Sluggy) | |
| [Wise Intelligent] | |
| I'm 'bout to rob the robbers, kill the killers | |
| Flow stealers bear witness to the Thriller in Manila | |
| Sluggy the singer beside the teacher | |
| Brother J, Dark Sun Rider | |
| Sixty six thousand seven hundred five and a half miles per hour | |
| Submit while you circle the sun | |
| One ton, the weight of every jewel I drop inside you | |
| Got you wide, in a minute I'mma get you wider | |
| God is the highest form of living mind math and matter | |
| Negroes, complete the data | |
| Your nation's lacking, you're at the bottom of the living line | |
| Why? Cause Whitey screwed your simple mind | |
| You was a God now you're the sucker of the planet Earth | |
| And crowned your woman slut of the universe | |
| Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming | |
| Trying to be the cooleest nigga for some frozen other reason | |
| That spit, it ain't slick on any known planet | |
| Except for Pluto I believe | |
| Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something | |
| That's why you ain't saying nothing | |
| Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting | |
| Destructing before your sleepy eyes (ooh-yay) | |
| Teacher Wise will have you all recognize | |
| In minutes less than five niggas ain't 'bout this | |
| It seems as if hip hop's become a species in danger | |
| Since rappers turned gangsta | |
| [Sluggy Ranks] | |
| Guns and knives take people's lives | |
| It's true | |
| Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay ee | |
| [x2] | |
| (Yes it's true, come come come) | |
| [Brother J] | |
| Now Vibal Magus in the house I've come to address the drama | |
| And season up and serve couch potato Godfathers | |
| Overdose on movies, come up living like a script | |
| Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit | |
| Niggas please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze | |
| I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys | |
| I'm chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees | |
| Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes | |
| I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits | |
| Revive the nigga genes revoked while playing cute | |
| I execute studio gangsters up on the scene | |
| Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine | |
| To eat 'em up and split 'em, 'nuff heads is rolling down | |
| Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down | |
| You're mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown | |
| Thought you'd build a house, soon find you're home alone | |
| With full black intangibility | |
| Translating my heat to unreachable degrees | |
| Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn | |
| Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn | |
| That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too | |
| Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw | |
| Create a revolution says the realm is upon you | |
| The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few | |
| It's like that uh | |
| [Sluggy Ranks] | |
| You can't blow breath in the end | |
| So why you wanna take someone's life | |
| It's not right, no it isn't wise, ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Gotta move the right way | |
| Don't let the devil lead you astray | |
| That is right, whoa that is right, ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Father send us some blessings | |
| To wash away our sins | |
| Stand up for the positive | |
| Ay, and I'll deal with negative | |
| Iy, we're killing them with conscious vibes | |
| Killing them with positive vibes | |
| It's nothing but conscious style ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Guns and knives take people's lives | |
| It's true | |
| Whoa, it's true, ooh-yay | |
| [x2] |
| zuo ci : Gregory, Grimes, Hunter ... | |
| feat. Brother J and Sluggy Ranks | |
| Sluggy Ranks | |
| We don' t want no weapons | |
| No weapons! | |
| Don' t need no ammunition | |
| No ammunition! | |
| It' s killing off the nation | |
| Guns and knives take people' s lives | |
| It' s true for real | |
| Whoa, it' s true, oohyay | |
| x2 | |
| Easy Mr. Sluggy | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| I' m ' bout to rob the robbers, kill the killers | |
| Flow stealers bear witness to the Thriller in Manila | |
| Sluggy the singer beside the teacher | |
| Brother J, Dark Sun Rider | |
| Sixty six thousand seven hundred five and a half miles per hour | |
| Submit while you circle the sun | |
| One ton, the weight of every jewel I drop inside you | |
| Got you wide, in a minute I' mma get you wider | |
| God is the highest form of living mind math and matter | |
| Negroes, complete the data | |
| Your nation' s lacking, you' re at the bottom of the living line | |
| Why? Cause Whitey screwed your simple mind | |
| You was a God now you' re the sucker of the planet Earth | |
| And crowned your woman slut of the universe | |
| Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming | |
| Trying to be the cooleest nigga for some frozen other reason | |
| That spit, it ain' t slick on any known planet | |
| Except for Pluto I believe | |
| Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something | |
| That' s why you ain' t saying nothing | |
| Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting | |
| Destructing before your sleepy eyes oohyay | |
| Teacher Wise will have you all recognize | |
| In minutes less than five niggas ain' t ' bout this | |
| It seems as if hip hop' s become a species in danger | |
| Since rappers turned gangsta | |
| Sluggy Ranks | |
| Guns and knives take people' s lives | |
| It' s true | |
| Whoa, it' s true, oohyay ee | |
| x2 | |
| Yes it' s true, come come come | |
| Brother J | |
| Now Vibal Magus in the house I' ve come to address the drama | |
| And season up and serve couch potato Godfathers | |
| Overdose on movies, come up living like a script | |
| Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit | |
| Niggas please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze | |
| I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys | |
| I' m chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees | |
| Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes | |
| I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits | |
| Revive the nigga genes revoked while playing cute | |
| I execute studio gangsters up on the scene | |
| Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine | |
| To eat ' em up and split ' em, ' nuff heads is rolling down | |
| Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down | |
| You' re mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown | |
| Thought you' d build a house, soon find you' re home alone | |
| With full black intangibility | |
| Translating my heat to unreachable degrees | |
| Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn | |
| Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn | |
| That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too | |
| Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw | |
| Create a revolution says the realm is upon you | |
| The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few | |
| It' s like that uh | |
| Sluggy Ranks | |
| You can' t blow breath in the end | |
| So why you wanna take someone' s life | |
| It' s not right, no it isn' t wise, ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Gotta move the right way | |
| Don' t let the devil lead you astray | |
| That is right, whoa that is right, ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Father send us some blessings | |
| To wash away our sins | |
| Stand up for the positive | |
| Ay, and I' ll deal with negative | |
| Iy, we' re killing them with conscious vibes | |
| Killing them with positive vibes | |
| It' s nothing but conscious style ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Guns and knives take people' s lives | |
| It' s true | |
| Whoa, it' s true, oohyay | |
| x2 |
| zuò cí : Gregory, Grimes, Hunter ... | |
| feat. Brother J and Sluggy Ranks | |
| Sluggy Ranks | |
| We don' t want no weapons | |
| No weapons! | |
| Don' t need no ammunition | |
| No ammunition! | |
| It' s killing off the nation | |
| Guns and knives take people' s lives | |
| It' s true for real | |
| Whoa, it' s true, oohyay | |
| x2 | |
| Easy Mr. Sluggy | |
| Wise Intelligent | |
| I' m ' bout to rob the robbers, kill the killers | |
| Flow stealers bear witness to the Thriller in Manila | |
| Sluggy the singer beside the teacher | |
| Brother J, Dark Sun Rider | |
| Sixty six thousand seven hundred five and a half miles per hour | |
| Submit while you circle the sun | |
| One ton, the weight of every jewel I drop inside you | |
| Got you wide, in a minute I' mma get you wider | |
| God is the highest form of living mind math and matter | |
| Negroes, complete the data | |
| Your nation' s lacking, you' re at the bottom of the living line | |
| Why? Cause Whitey screwed your simple mind | |
| You was a God now you' re the sucker of the planet Earth | |
| And crowned your woman slut of the universe | |
| Pimping, leaning, fiending, scheming | |
| Trying to be the cooleest nigga for some frozen other reason | |
| That spit, it ain' t slick on any known planet | |
| Except for Pluto I believe | |
| Three billion six hundred and eighty million miles away from something | |
| That' s why you ain' t saying nothing | |
| Heads is fronting, forty ounce and Phillies blunting | |
| Destructing before your sleepy eyes oohyay | |
| Teacher Wise will have you all recognize | |
| In minutes less than five niggas ain' t ' bout this | |
| It seems as if hip hop' s become a species in danger | |
| Since rappers turned gangsta | |
| Sluggy Ranks | |
| Guns and knives take people' s lives | |
| It' s true | |
| Whoa, it' s true, oohyay ee | |
| x2 | |
| Yes it' s true, come come come | |
| Brother J | |
| Now Vibal Magus in the house I' ve come to address the drama | |
| And season up and serve couch potato Godfathers | |
| Overdose on movies, come up living like a script | |
| Form an overnight mob getting paid to talk shit | |
| Niggas please, my nickname is Mr. Freeze | |
| I ice steel at lockdown and bring master keys | |
| I' m chain ganging these crews, long lines of emcees | |
| Come off the final plank, slave ships of wannabes | |
| I journey to your roots as I burn them Zoot Suits | |
| Revive the nigga genes revoked while playing cute | |
| I execute studio gangsters up on the scene | |
| Strong tug to mic cord, submits my guillotine | |
| To eat ' em up and split ' em, ' nuff heads is rolling down | |
| Degrading gangsta lean, black hole is going down | |
| You' re mudbone, and I stand with ranges shown | |
| Thought you' d build a house, soon find you' re home alone | |
| With full black intangibility | |
| Translating my heat to unreachable degrees | |
| Of super burn as my crew holds you in turn | |
| Lyric armageddon, when will you bunglers learn | |
| That superfly groupies, braid heads and dreads too | |
| Watch too much too gallant try to run it like the screw | |
| Create a revolution says the realm is upon you | |
| The righteous be the gods and the chosen be the few | |
| It' s like that uh | |
| Sluggy Ranks | |
| You can' t blow breath in the end | |
| So why you wanna take someone' s life | |
| It' s not right, no it isn' t wise, ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Gotta move the right way | |
| Don' t let the devil lead you astray | |
| That is right, whoa that is right, ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Father send us some blessings | |
| To wash away our sins | |
| Stand up for the positive | |
| Ay, and I' ll deal with negative | |
| Iy, we' re killing them with conscious vibes | |
| Killing them with positive vibes | |
| It' s nothing but conscious style ooh yay ooh yay | |
| Guns and knives take people' s lives | |
| It' s true | |
| Whoa, it' s true, oohyay | |
| x2 |
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