Gangsta Vocabulary

(This record you're about to hear..)

(The Original Gangster of Hip-Hop)

(Cause I'm a gangster, and you're not

You're a sucker, and I rock

Wind it up) --> Just-Ice

[ VERSE 1: Threat ]

Fresh out my khaki fatigues

All you B.G.'s, you little leagues

??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent

Travellin, goin in and out, a juvenile delinquent

Meat-colored so you know I got a heart

Automatically, but I made it far

In the game, fame, fortune, get an abortion

You niggas want beef, I feed it to you raw in tiny, small portions

The lyrical composition has been composed by and written

Spitten, created for the part of use only if it's hard-hittin

West Coast section comin through droppin bombs from all directions

Primary candidate assassinated at the '96 elections

I told you before, the war, settle the score

With heavy metal, the rebel

Takin off like the Space Shuttle

Makin MC's smash on the gas pedal

Maintain, hold it down, claim the victory over the golden crown

Crowd around and history explains the names

of those that fell off the sound

Overload the circummode, malfunction in the mic's membrane

Radioactivity cause electricity in the cloud to make it rain

And have you wet, dripping, flipping, slipping

In the West slopes, Zoo Tribe representing

[ CHORUS: Tray Deee ]

Flipping through my dictionary

This is what we label as Gangsta

(Vo-Vo-)Vocabulary (3x)

[ VERSE 2: Threat ]

I prefer to take trips, circle the atmosphere and make chips

Then sit back, gangbang on you niggas with major clips

Championships mostly, put Hennessy to my lips costly

As we announce the new grand prize winners,

Zoo Tribe finna take the trophy

Wreck shit give me migrane, stop, pause, I need Tylenol, Codeine

Extra-strength kill the pain quick ??? light it all in a flame

Let it burn, let that be a lesson learned, turn

Back toward the ghetto,

had to blast past the last level to get respect earned

I received my diploma for bein no joke, no baloner

Just to let you know when you walk upon a professional microphoner

Rap creature, the Zoo keepers execute the beats featured

Transmittin signals through your stereo, thumpin through your speakers

I have to force the toys, not the boys

Makin all that irritatin noise

Your forbidden styles ain't allowed

Drop the mic, nigga, watch out

Tell them suckers they gotta bail, no entourage personel

Goes beyond this point, funky joint, toxic, chemical smells

Modern-day technology cuts like biology

Retire you and your co-workers, nothin personal, just company policy

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Threat ]

Trace you like when the feds be lookin for ya

Cause groups to catch paranoia

You can hear a 100 footsteps mobbin, that's the Zoo Tribe warriors

Shoot ya with a rhyme from the past and sendin it to the future

When I wreck to play Rock Steady, you can barely beat the computer

Circle like the drive-through, pull up your automobile and park

Excuse me, ma'am,

would you like to purchase some fresh produce we call the bomb?

Sick shiznit, fertilize the beat, get it pregnant

But that's another episode of another whole entirely different segment

I'm zooin, crocodiles bite my styles chewin

Their style is played out, old, rusty, dusty, ancient, ruined

(Cause I'm a gangster and you're not)

[ CHORUS ]

[ OUTRO: Tray Deee ]

Stompin for eternal with my nigga

The Mister Deadly Threat

And y'all know who I am

The Original Gangsta Deee

And that's how we doin it

From '97 to eternity