American Gangsta - Gucci Mane, Busta Rhymes, Akon

American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta

Chi-town bred

'Cause I gotta rep my city to the death

Annihilate 'em 'til I don’t see nothing left

They love it when I spit it for the bitches now I spit it for the thugs

Hat cocked to the right, hat cocked to the left

Brother it’s a, it’s a focus on ya chest

I spit it for the Lords, and for the Folks and for the Crips and for the Bloods

I’m like an American Dream

I roll to the Green, with the Souls and the Breeds and the Cobras and Kings and

the 2−16

Millimeter bullets for the niggas that are tryna do opposite

They don’t really wanna see how psycho I can get

I don’t really see a motherfucker stopping this

Trying to come at us, you facin' the the apocalypse

.40 cal’ll have ya screaming «I don’t wanna die»

I’m becoming nauseous with the fake thugs

So it’s love to the real Gs and underbosses

To the niggas case that gotta do it big

To get what nobody gave us, we was born into this system

So don’t be mad at what you made us

Pull the pistol while I cock it and I bust it in the sky

One time for the U. S, for turning my niggas to gangstas

'Cause getting money is what they do best

Capone

Gangstas is bosses

K-town is the motherfucking hood

The block is the company, come and step into my office

I’m an

American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in God we trust

I’m just an American gangsta

Forever see me in a 'lac

Got work but ya never see me with a pack

A motherfucker said he never seen me with a strap

And I heard a motherfucker say he don’t see me up in the hood

Lil' nigga I don’t see you, 'cause homie my hood is worldwide

And getting money is what we do

Make ya knee joints lock when I freak you

Hit the 3 point shot like Hedo

Türkoğlu

You killing the game like Pac, nigga we point Glocks like he do

See you

No one’ll recognize that I’m the maker of the midwest

I’m like for real?

Controversy in the middle, I guess I’m like Shaquille

You can go on feel like ya feel

Leaving all the haters I would like to kill

But if you can hit me with the thangs

And lil' cheap for shit, let’s strike the deal

Got the psychos in the city rolling with me

Ever ready to bust a shot at the like duuu

I can bloody ya bodies like an animal

Because I’m a cannibal, I eat a nigga like food

Ripping through your flesh so I can devour your heart

Music is my playground, but if the rapping don’t get you, I hit his head with

the back of the pistol until the bitch nigga lay down

Ain’t no competition I had to be fucking a twig?

Whoever coming for me?

Guess not

I’ma get it every time I wanna get it and I’m living proof

It’s a category F5

American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in god we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in god we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in god we trust

I’m just an American gangsta, U. S hustla

Home of the brave and in god we trust

I’m just an American gangsta