Gangstas Don't Cry/Just Rhymin Wit Kane 12"

[DJ Premier scratches] "All praises due to the one Just Ice" "Cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing less" "Cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing less" "Cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing less" "Let's rest, so I can take a breath, cos I'm bearing the truth and nothing Less" [Just Ice] Motherfuckers wanna be gangstas talkin all kind of shit So I'ma take it to theses niggas show em how real shit can get I get the chicks with the big tits, fat ass and the thick lips The firm thighs, bright eyes, cute face and tight lipped Cheddar balls in every pocket Dick stay hard like a rocket Ready to fuck any bird that move I ain't got a damn thing to prove Only take shit to the streets Then I bring shit from the streets Always make shit from the streets Constantly break shit in the streets Motherfuckers talkin that love shit Like it's something you ever heard of Soon as you turn your back Say motherfuckers talkin murder Talkin about your demise Splitting up your pies The nest nigga that's in line That's the next nigga that's gonna rise A sim showed me some love nigga Who appeared to be nothin great That was your man, who was your man? Now scramblin got you wet Get your vest and take it off Nigga, that court room ripped you off Livin in his home, suckin his dick talkin on his phone Layin up in his bed Fuckin around with his head While I run the place in red And you lay up there half dead Talkin about this pain that you feel You wanna die? No, gangsta's don't bitch And we never, ever cry If you wanna run the streets like a thug Fast car, fast life, girl, drug 20 inch rims on your brand new Benz Platinum and ice on every other ring If you wanna run the streets just like a thug Fast car, fast life, girls, drugs 20 inch rims on your brand new Benz Platinum and ice on every other ring Cos I'm a gangsta