From the Era Lyrics

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

That was the energy in the hood that was giving off

If you try to make peace, then you consider soft

Got tears on your mind, better get it off

You say you're giving us the news

You're giving us the blues

No clues, no type of solution

Advocate for pollution

Long as you making money, you gonna keep it moving

Yeah, your poisonous food is trap

I'm asking, how can you be cool with that

Trying to make it cool to kill a cool to jack

Flooding women, children, and dudes with crack

Even though you hold a stack, you hold it back

Cause the system that hate you let you hold a stack

And that won't keep your soul intact

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

Looking for gold and hit the cul-de-sac

In your contract, it was a bunch of loopholes

You was a hot rapper, but the game was too cold

You hit February in the middle of Hugo

You signed a contract and got deceit back twofold

I'm from the era where gangsta split wigs

And all them gangstas had baby kids

And if they never caught a body, they would say they did

This ain't nothing new, this just the way they live

Generous with the bullets, that's the way they give

And I was told, being a gangsta is cool

And boys don't cry, it's the number one rule

From the era when gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

You from the era where gangstas wore sheets

And come and burn your little house down when you sleep

You from the era when gangstas wore suits

And come and pluck your little money up by the roots

Welcome to enron where the snakes run rampant

Because of all their greed, they destroying the planet

They're projects for profit and to steal people's wallet

I don't understand how a snake could get brolic

That corporate greed you wear up your sleeve

Made you the rotten apple that fell from the tree

Those thugs in suits were sticking people for they paper

Stacking money higher than a high sky scraper

There was so much ingress of dirt

To make the whole staff just stressed at work

Here we are operating for real like a dirty cop

You got the energy, you don't want to stop

That's what I call a hardcore banga

No integrity that's gangsta

From the era where gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era when gangster music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era when gangster music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era when gangsta music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

Some record labels was doing a lot of stealing

The greedy pigs was stacking chips to the ceiling

Wheelin" in artists with no integrity

Trying to make things confusing with no brevity

You want slaves working hard, breathing heavily

And giving artists one% of they melody

Thought it was better to steal than to give

The ones in the slums you don't care if they live

Hitting people in the hood with the dog whistle

Sending in the force to pull out they pistols

What's the issue

There is no issue

They just hate you, want your family to miss you

Defecate on the hood then drop us some tissue

Yep

Like you're doing us a favor

Crying for your dog but do not want us as a neighbor

Red line us out your zone

You don't want us getting homes

Let that marinate on your dome

That's gangster stuff and the war is on

From the era when gangster music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era when gangster music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era when gangster music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

From the era when gangster music was so live

Look at me wrong and I'm pulling out a 45

Jesus is the solution to all these problems

I'm picking up Proverbs four:5 four:5

And Job 28:28