Mr. Vegas Lyrics
"A Tru Gangsta"

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Vegas) he aint lying if u sellin we aint buyin best
believe we on the block selling drugs and we supply
em prices range from half a quater to a dime people
try to copy me like damn mimes and all this time I've
been thinkin of theese rhymes cause my songs composed
by AC written greatly by me shoes designed by dc beast
guy master t u wanna be black high on crack imma give you a slap

(Chourus) open up the doors to my money drawers cause
I'm a tru G this is truly me can't u c I'll be on top
of the charts I'm a poet think u can rap well show
it u wanna be black and we all know it

($t$ master) yea my names t master me and vegas bring
it to you faster than eminem and casper I'll shoot
you up so you can fall to your disaster we get more
green than pga golfers we are so fly the poparazzi
go for us, got more bling than lil waynes ring and
unlike him we can actully sing but we choose to rap
cause it makes fans clap and wanna be's tap wit dora
and her map don't get all cocky causee I got a bugatti
and I kno u wanna shotty the front seat but vegas got
u beat go trip over your feet we got the mustang and
tha pur sang but they aint the same thang yo ur on
crack cause ur words are wack ur just a white boy who
thinks he's black so just stop frontin and go back to

(Chorous) open up the doors to my money drawers cause
I'm a tru G this is truly me can't u c I'll be on top
of the charts I'm a poet think u can rap well show
it u wanna be black and we all know it

(Vegas) to the music bussiness I'm new music inspired
by the livin legends crew I wear a signauture skrindal
shoe I'm a jew and ur not ur in the steet smokin pot
I'm so cool winnin rap battles in skool raised in miller
place got a jack and an ace in my hand play drums in
the school band ohno lifes an uh-oh oreo gotta keep
a clean flow signed the poster put it in the hoaster
like I'm spossta I'm known world wide even if I'm inside
my masion crasshing maps mashin taps bashing laps eat
sleep meet my fans and don't recycle beer cans each
person of my family got a private beach clean that
stain wit 409 bleach every thang be like the h-double o-d I be a gangsta so

(Chorous)open up the doors to my money drawers cause
I'm a tru G this is truly me can't u c I'll be on top
of the charts I'm a poet think u can rap well show
it u wanna be black and we all know it