Toxic - American Gangsta lyrics

American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangsta [Verse 1: Twista] Chi-town bred Cause I gotta rep my city to the d**h Annihilate them till I don't see nothing left Remember I spit it for the b**hes Now I'm spitting for the thugs Hat co*ked to the right Hat co*ked to the left Brother it's a formal 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 Roll to the Green, with the Souls and the Breeds and the Cobras and Kings and the 2-16 Millimeter bullets from the n***as that Trying to do opposite They don't really wanna see how psycho I can get I don't really see a motherf**er stopping this Trying to come at us, you facin' the the apocalypse .40 cal will have ya screaming, I don't wanna die I am becoming nauseous with the fake thugs So it's love To the real G's and all the bosses To the n***as in the caller case That got into 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 and co*k it and bust in the sky One time for the U.S, for turning my n***as to gangstas cause getting money is what they do best Hard to fight like I ever did like Al Capone Gangstas is bosses K-town is the motherf**ing hood, the Rock is the company, come and step into my office [Hook] American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in God we trust I'm just a American gangsta [Verse 2: Twista] Forever see me in a 'lack Got work but ya never see me in a pack A motherf**er said he never seen me with a strap And I heard a motherf**er say he don't see me up in the hood Lil' n***a 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 Turkoglu up in the game You k**ing the game like Pac, n***a we point Glocks like he do, see you No one will recognize 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 n***a know the hands I like to k** But if you can hit me with the bangs Lil' cheap for sh**, let's strike the deal Got my psychos in the city rolling with me Always ready bust a cap at the king like duuu I can bury ya bodies like an animal Because I'm a cannibal, I eat a n***a like food Ripping through your flesh so I can devour the heart Music is my playground, but if the rapping don't get you, I hit this head with the back of the pistol until this b**h n***a lay down And no competition I had to be f**ing a twig? Whoever coming for me gangsta, I'm a get it every time I wanna get it. 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 a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta, U.S hustla Home of the brave and in god we trust I'm just a American gangsta