Letras de Danger's Not a Stranger

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Gangster

You know I′m a gangster, so, danger's not a stranger (gangster)
I keep one in the chamber, and I′m dizzy when I'm anger
I'll put you in the paper, I′ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica, it dies down, I′ll be back later

Oh, all gangsters toe strap to this (strap to this)
Pussies in the club get slapped to this (slapped to this)
Sucka ass niggas don't rock to this
And if you ain′t a real nigga, don't play my disc (don′t play my disc)

I'm Gucci Mane LaFlare, I′ll blast the bitch (I'll blast the bitch)
Then put me on the stand I'ma plead the fifth
I′ma merc′ this track here on the script
Studio gangsters, don't rock with them (don′t rock with them)

He says he knows me, but I don't rock with him (I don′t rock with him)
And my partner know I keep my chopper, pimp
I'm a silver back gorilla, you′re just a chimp (chimp)
Better yet, you're a chump out, chump on him (chump)

You know I'm a gangster, so, danger′s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber, and I′m dizzy when I'm anger
I′ll put you in the paper, I'll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica, it dies down, I′ll be back later

Uh, all the greatest niggas move bricks to this
Zone 6 niggas hit licks to this
Rich squad niggas toe strap the shit
This rubber spit quotes are not accurate (are not accurate)

Gucci Mane swag immaculate (oh)
I'm hard to figure out, like calculus (right)
My enemy pussy like Malcolm X
To get to the top, I got to get

You get in my way, then your head I′ll hit
With a hollow tip, nigga, I hardly miss (hardly miss)
Niggas diss me, but I don't holler to this
But I'll pistol whip a nigga till his skull is split, Gucci

You know I′m a gangster, so, danger′s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber, and I'm dizzy when I′m anger
I'll put you in the paper, I′ll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica, it dies down, I'll be back later

Uh, now, I′m a take me back to my old ways (old ways)
Running around, think like the old days (old)
Hit my lick playing The O Jay's (oh)
Me and OJ, twin AK's (oh)

Do you really think I′m dead, man? (Dead, man)
And I ain′t got hollow top lead, man
Four shots all in your chest, man
Fuck around on that Chris, man

Talking all that fake talky-talk
That's how you got your wack start
In my Phantom coupe, just laughing
Me giving y′all a thought is the last thing, oh

You know I'm a gangster, so, danger′s not a stranger
I keep one in the chamber, and I'm dizzy when I′m anger
I'll put you in the paper, I'll send you to your maker
Then retreat to Jamaica, it dies down, I′ll be back later

(Gangster, real zeal, uh)
Shout out my nigga Walker
My nigga Woo, my nigga Juice
My nigga Frenchy, my nigga Yody
My nigga Lil Joe, my brother Duke

Lil Nate, whole Alabama
Whole East Atlanta, Memphis
Gotti, shawty on the West Side
My nigga Ten on the south side
My nigga Drawers, my nigga Pat

What′s happening?
It's Gucci, nigga
What′s happening?