Gangsters Don't Talk (Fuck All My Enemies) chords by Mr. Criminal
Verse 1
Am
Yeah, Mr. Criminal homie,
Em
Gangstas don't talk,
So what the hell you talkin' bout?
Am
Yeah, Mr. Criminal presents,
A brand new compilation,
Gangstas don't talk,
Em
what you talkin' about?
Am
Gangstas don't talk,
that's why you talkin' loud
Matter of fact,
what you really talkin' about?
Little youngster,
mind comin' straight out the dusters
And your brother comin' up,
now you wanna be a hustler?
Em
Must've watched too many movies
Or maybe too many homies on his block
With oozes,
truly he could not escape it
Trying to get good grades,
Am
but they started banging on him
Daddy started to get drunk,
walking home bloody
But he wasn't no punk,
seen his older brother
Put a pistol in his trunk,
tried to sleep at night
But he's thinking about the
Em
chumps that jumped him
Was it really all for nothing?
I doubt it
Cause now what's got his
mind struggling?
What's next?
He's about to hit the block hustling
Sick and tired of seeing
his whole family suffering
Am
Haters on the block,
probably never mind to nothing
If they fuck with him,
he's about to start busting
Click, clack, pop,
that's a sound when they hear the bus
Not playin' games in the
Glock with trust,
Em
on the Southern side
Never take your enemies for granted
cause the other's right
Be your own homies, turn to tellin' lies
Be careful of the wolf in
sheep's disguise
Keep your eyes on the prize,
don't let it turn to your demise
Am
Ain't no squares in my circle of winners,
a seasoned vet to the game
Dawg, I ain't no beginner,
my homies been catchin' cases
Since when I remember
committin' felonies
January straight to December
and gettin' caught up
Em
Never was a name brought up,
you did your time on your own
Never did you get the homies
caught up
Hoodwraiths mentality, of them hoodways
Old school shit,
when McClane's with the quays
Am
Shave domes to the skin,
with razor blades
Gangstas don't talk,
and they say what the fuck you claim
Then you bang that,
if they catch you slippin'
then you bang back
Once you commit to your hood
for life you claim that
Em
Just the rules to the streets unspoken
Losing life for any of the rules broken
Better watch you walkin',
watch who you provokin'
Life's too short and I ain't talkin'
Am
bout Oakland
Gangstas don't talk,
so why you talkin' loud?
Gangstas don't talk,
Em
so what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas don't talk,
so better shut your mouth.
Gangstas don't talk,
that's the gangstas don't talk.
Am
I've seen a lot of fools
act like they solid
Older homies turn to washed
up lost knowledge
Lost product, lost causes
Used to fuck with petty thefts
Now I fuck with big bosses
Em
Now I'm signing contracts
with no clauses
Levels begging me for stress
I got mine in the closet
Shaking my head,
homies stepping game up
Fool stuck in the same spot since I came up
Am
If I listened to these chumps,
I would've gave up
Two shits, honestly, I never gave none
All that hate, I ain't listening
Steady coming Benjamins
While the golden diamond
steady glistenin'
Em
All bite, no bark,
guess the gangstas don't talk
Hatin' on the criminal but
it really ain't my fault
The game is to be sold, not to be told
Gangstas don't talk,
that's why a criminal
Am
don't fold
Gangstas don't talk
So why you talkin' last?
Gangstas don't talk
Em
So what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas don't talk
So better shut your mouth
Gangstas don't talk,
Am
that's the gangstas don't talk
That's right homie,
Mr. Criminal presents
Gangstas don't talk,
Em
the compilation homie 2013 plus one,
Crime Lab Productions baby
That's how we do it
Gangsters Don't Talk (Fuck All My Enemies)
Mr. Criminal
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