Lyrical Breakdown of The Gangsta, The Killa & The Dope Dealer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how N.W.A weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Gangsta, The Killa & The Dope Dealer" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries y'all gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in you know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Can't none of y'all niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas, sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Now I leave 'em 'til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it takes to get to the center of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle to drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark So let's wait till it get dark, so many foe's walk in my It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six, one pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie, niggas run out and get ya cookie Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it with my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock when I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer The gangsta, the killa, and the dope dealer What's crackin' well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a double decker Marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay Be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yeah So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos And now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces OT on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa but Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda Killa county is a state, murda The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer The gangsta the killa and the dope dealer Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin' up I can't go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And I'm on the street