GANGZTA TERRORIST
Gangzta Terrorist. I'm from Iraq n I came wit tha attack. Even though. I'm not black still I'll bust ya sack. I'm a terrorist, so who's next on muh list. I'll use my fist wit jus one twist of my wrist. Even if I missed, I insist you'll be pissed but when I'm finished you'll neva wanna be kissed. So listen to this. I'ma gangzta terrorist. Don't take it serious. I'm jus kidn' but unlike ya sista' I'll make her look like a blista'. No one will know if she's a miss or a mista'. Yeah I'm a gangzta terrorista'.
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    I ain't neva crashed a plane before. Drove peoples lives down da drain before. I ain't tryna kill people by blowin' up da floor. See, I'm a gangzta from da streets. Grew up in da ghetto hood n I know all da beats. If ya seen a drive-by wit a missile laucher, you know it was me. If ya seen a drive-by n comes back to haunt ya. Then really know it was me. I get my rides free coast to coast across da country. I'll pop a cap in yo ass from da GMC. Drivin' off wit da radio blasted. Betta' watch ya back cuz ya could getcha ass kicked. I ain't gotta gat. But I gotta big baseball bat. N dat'll do da trick. Might not kill ya but it'll spill ya, guts n that'll be nasty n sick. Who eva blows up my spot ya gonna get shot. Snitches get stitches. Shit. Call them bitches. Hows it feel got hot lead in yo head. Drop `em dead. I'll put you in ya casket bastard. I ain't jus gonna knock da wind outta ya. I'll get muh crew if theres a lotta ya. If dat'z how itz goin' down then theres gonna be a brawl. Were taken ya asses down. Every last one of y'all. We ain't gonna fall cuz our crew is tight. Stayin' together day or night. It'z all good in dis hood. Committin' crimes Spittin' Rhymes.
I ain't da kinda person who will crash a plane into a buildin'. I ain't da kinda person who will take away ya children.
But I'm a Gangzta Terrrorist
    I'm a Gangzta Terrorist
    People tryna hijack planes, trains n busses. But they ain't getting their justice. So much pain n drama. There goes another shoe bomba'. Wonder what his family thinkin' especially his mama. But what happened? They jus fo'get about Osama. There were so many deaths n injuries jus from da world trade center. Man brings on war. Datz the only gender. Ya ain't be seein' a girl tryna take ova da world. Wussup wit da Iraqians n Afghans. Or who knows whatever they're called but you can call `em targets. But ya betta' not be talkin' like dat bout a black man. Cuz he'll steal someones ride n park it, inta ya house. Make you lookin' like Mickey Mouse. Now some of da white people don't know. Jus cuz they immigrants don't mean they inta things, that are against da United States. They jus think any cab driver is a bad spy for, their own country. They be makin' old assumptions. Jus findin' somethin'. Jus some lie. Sayin' how many Americans die. American Pie. Now they got Afghanistan Pie. So, no matter how hard they try, the terrorists will always lose n always cry. Some of them are getting blamed. Jus lookin' like Bin Laden n getting' his fame. People don't think he could actually be framed. Some ya jus can't tell apart. They all look a like. But what's different is their heart. They been innocent since a little tyke.
    Ain't nobody ova' there gotta motor vehicle. They travel by camel. They use animals n mammals. They ain't neva been in a ride like da fast n furious. They come around cuz they curious. They betta' hold on to they turban. They be shittin' themselves swurvin' in da suburban. Somethin' wrong wit these people. They be makin' it so hard for George W. Bush. Jus got into office n already getting' pushed. They jus betta' stop it before they get smushed. He's from texas so don't test his limit. Next ta dis he'll start a World War three n he'll be in it.
I ain't da kinda person who will crash a plane into a buildin'. I ain't da kinda person who will take away ya children.
But I'm a Gangzta Terrorist
I'm a Gangzta Terrorist
    Ya seein' a picture of a dude on da towers jus before a plane crashed. I'm surprised the camera didn't get smashed. But dat persons most likely dead. He jumped n broke his head. All Smoke n if ya sein' anything, itz blood red. N Hey if dat didn't kill everybody it was the rubble. Breathin' in dust. No air pocket or bubble.
I'm da kinda terrorist who's against da villian. I'm jus chillin'. Ain't inta killin'. I'm against da wack. I ain't sellin' crack. I done a felony. Ain't sellin' weed. I'm doin' good n I'm feelin' it too. I don't have a clue. What's it like to have a job? Need some dough. I'm nailin' dis flow. I don't plan a war. Cut da cord. Don't start shit. Along da way mindin' my own bizzinit. I don't do all dat. I don't fall fast. I ain't like dat. I some slang as I continue to rap. I'm pissin' off da po-lice doin' some bad crap. I'm a gangzta terrorist.
Osama Bin Laden n Saddam Whusane should hook-up together as a couple n be fags tryna cause pain.
I ain't da kinda person who will crash a plane into a buildin'. I ain't da kinda person who will take away ya children.
But I'm a Gangzta Terrorist
I'm a Gangzta Terrorist
Gangzta Terrorist
I jus got one thing to say to you Bin Laden. But I can't say it. Not because you're a piece of gay shit. But itz too explicit. Too inappropriate n lyrically wrong. Plus it ain't right fo' dis gangztaly song.