Where All The Gangsters by Mitch Green Lyrics
[Mitch Green]
I Say, I say
Where all the gangsters , When the police is outta line
Where all the gangsters, When the police is out of step
Where all the gangster, When government denied our turn
Where all the gangster, When the politicians is outta breathe
To all my gangsters doing 40 yards stretches
To the ones, that handle smith & wesson in trenches
To the ones, that pedaling drugs hoping for blessings
To the ones, that put they last dollar in collection
The plate full, that means something gets knocked off
They said this land ours, but remember its not yours
They got a plan, that got the Blackman all in a lockjaw
I gotta work two times harder to get outta lock doors
[Malachi Tha PeaceGod]
[?]
[Mitch Green Verse]
Divide and conquer that bees the technique
First they wanna snatch up all them heavy hitters In the streets
The people who cause a threat to they plan
Petty charges, just to keep all them in glance
Next they wanna get some people from the top
You wanna get smarter, a future where you get off the block
Think about college like boy stop it
The money is what you don't got, shit
Maybe if you focus on the wages
The money is the only thing that, gon' help you turn pages
Some get joy from rolling up ganja
So stress & them are never partners
And that's put no damper on the patients
I made this song, Before I even knew what my rap name is
In Two years, this shit it still resonates
Spread love fuck the hate
I Say, I say
Where all the gangsters , When the police is outta line
Where all the gangsters, When the police is out of step
Where all the gangster, When government denied our turn
Where all the gangster, When the politicians is outta breathe
To all my gangsters doing 40 yards stretches
To the ones, that handle smith & wesson in trenches
To the ones, that pedaling drugs hoping for blessings
To the ones, that put they last dollar in collection
The plate full, that means something gets knocked off
They said this land ours, but remember its not yours
They got a plan, that got the Blackman all in a lockjaw
I gotta work two times harder to get outta lock doors
[Malachi Tha PeaceGod]
[?]
[Mitch Green Verse]
Divide and conquer that bees the technique
First they wanna snatch up all them heavy hitters In the streets
The people who cause a threat to they plan
Petty charges, just to keep all them in glance
Next they wanna get some people from the top
You wanna get smarter, a future where you get off the block
Think about college like boy stop it
The money is what you don't got, shit
Maybe if you focus on the wages
The money is the only thing that, gon' help you turn pages
Some get joy from rolling up ganja
So stress & them are never partners
And that's put no damper on the patients
I made this song, Before I even knew what my rap name is
In Two years, this shit it still resonates
Spread love fuck the hate