MC Dan - Full-ime Gangsta (Old GMR Track)

(Didnt rapped in ages, i made something fast, it aint that good since i lost my touch, man.. it been months lol)



Lil' Dan! Seville OG! Green Mastaz!
Eastside in this mothafuckaaaa
Base 5 Records ROTT IN HELL!


[Chorus]
Pack the uzis, prepare for mass murda
Toss dead bodies in the river, and i even go further
So nigga you know who set the LS on flames
Im a full-time gangsta, and gangsterism is in my veins[x2]

[verse 1]
Realest of the real, king of the Hill
Criminal number 1 of Seville, they say i've put a seal
No nigga can surpass the name of Lil Dan
Once an OG, always an OG, and you can be my fan
Stop with the denial, you know my name is on the file
Biggest felon on the eastside, twist my hat just for style
Dreams are dreams, regardless the passion
Power of adrenaline, main thing for this fashion
Shift the gears, beats the inner devil
Already got to be number one, jewels make my neck heavy
25 to life, the codex that we follow
Kill before get killed, our life is like a horror
Spitting fire when i hop in my car
Police hitting gas, but nigga, im already far
Custom painting with picture of flames of hell
You can say your name, but that doesnt ring any bell
Im far superior human being, my uzi's design
Is made to rip flesh, and im not even high
One of the realest, balls made out of steel
And they made me to rip the beats
Rule the streets, old school nigga full of rap sheets
Demon inside me, feel the cold blooded murda
I already made my name but nigga who ever heard ya?
Stop writting your stupid verses, and pay attention
Green Masta Records, teaching ya all kids with inspiration
If the life is the part of chess, then i ripped the table appart
Main difference between us is that i rap from my hearth
Wanna stay alive? Then dont mess with the best
Shootout to base 5, pussy ass niggaz you can die like the rest


[Chorus]
Pack the uzis, prepare for mass murda
Toss dead bodies in the river, and i even go further
So nigga you know who set the LS on flames
Im a full-time gangsta, and gangsterism is in my veins

[verse 2]
Nigga you think you are all mighty, but you're wretched
So fucking rotting, that even in your click you are rejected
You muthafucka can do nothing but spit a fake rhyme
So why you cry when you get sniffed like a coke line?
I can already see you disappear when my niggaz ride.
And guess what, i'll continue to shine till the day i die
And when i die, rap scene will die and move with me to the sky
I look at all this new faggot rappers, thinking they big
They are lil birds,, getting shot by my desert eagle, im the one to break their wings
Make them never fly, lock them in chains and shackles
Stay down nigga, watch me on the scene making a spectacle
Sound waves commin from my mic, make you a debacle
Nigga, when i shot this rhymes i see ya all collapse
Say hi to your hood from me, cause i'll visit ya with straps
One shot to your head, another to your dome
And next time you step to me, watch out for my chrome.

/me turns on the radio,as he notices the song.
Dazz:Old azz song,but still koo'.

/me listens to the song on his boombox
[SBF]Jayke:GMR used to be the shit back in the days!

((nice one))