Didnt Lupe used to be a gangster rapper?

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Swear i heard an old song a long time ago where he was rapping about guns and shyt in a glorifying way

But i havent been able to find it since

He wasn't a gangster rapper. But he is definitely a street nikka.

1st and 15 1/2 he talks about selling dope a lot
 

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Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers
With the CATS that push

40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras
See we sling soda
Cause the extra four in the split is mixed
It's really thirty-six


Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him
Please don't Interscope
It's gonna be a whole lot of Iovine and respirating

If I lean out this window with Irene
nikkas as tall as Yao Ming
With L-U-P-Emperor

This is Saran Wrap and aluminum foil
Some potpourri, a little machine oil

I stack my paper and throw off my scents
This is top floor, better look out below
Pennies from heaven is the same as a semi from the second
And I reign supreme
Turn your umbrellas upside down
Did you even catch the change in theme

It's horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box
Like mo' money them every time I cop a car
You see I'm a roller, right
So it might be a Rover, right
But every time I drop an 'r'
Get off the streets
It's "over," 'ight


I remember I ain't have sneakers
It was welfare

Coming up for Airs like
Whales there

Fila, but now I'm well here
I'm Shamu with twelve pair
And nikkas wanna take me back to zero like tare fare
Well, my skill's clear
You Sea World
It's Braille here
I'm Bumpy Johnson I stick to the streets

Keep my dogs out in front of me
You see what I'm saying
And I push ki's wonderfully



My mind remain on gunplay
While y'all nikkas sleep like Jermaine on Sunday
The heat stay packed like the train on Monday
Yes, I lick off the time you gotta be there, (nine)
Push by the time that you get off (five)
And I pump 8's till I reach lunch break (twelve)
It's bout the time that you get home (that's six)

I'm slick I slde, I don't slip I ride
Don't flip I grind when the shyt hits the fan
Like a line drive into the stands
The shoe fits the foot the mitt fits the hand
Misfits hollow tips hits ya man
Swallow nicks when dikks hit the land like
Snoop Dogg in his wheelchair

But I'm comin' from the Chi
And I flip pies
3 14-inch rims and they runnin' on the side
West that is, yes, F to the I (West Side) throw it up
Now back to the pies
Wasn't talking 'bout Snoop Dogg's wheels there

I am Farrahkahn with the Heroin

With 26 Ks now lemme break it down I'm the leader of the pack
That's hard to believe if you fatiguin' in the back
I'm back to the master plan
I'm up front with the Africans
They swallow birds like Sylvester
It's the French connector Cooperstown collector



What I gotta scream for hold 9 iron while Im drivin a range
You talk like I fold or somethin
Like I dont flip birdie hold eagle that'll put a hole-in-one

:banderas:


If they can't respect that, they whole perspective is wack
 
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