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[ INTRO ]We was born in the streets of L.A.Where the streets ain't safe at nightBetween the beeper and the color of a ragWe have chosen the mic, right?So the philosophy we learned on the streetsWe now bring to this muthafuckin stageAnd at this time we likes to unloadThese lyrics like a 12-gauge[ VERSE 1: Ganxsta are?dd ]Bail on stage with a gangster leanBusters duck once I'm on the sceneSongtexteOpponents went out the do'The innocents hit the flo'As if we started a warBoo-Yaa! It means a cry from a shotgunYou want some of this, come on and get someFeel that Boo-Yaa bass, it get louderOnly O.M.B. could provide that powerPower, from the brothers in black (ha!)No radio can stop this track (ha!)The Ridd, yeah, gettin rid of MC'sI get them before they even try to get meIf the enemy tries to mobGet mopped by the Boo-Yaa hit squadInmates from the mad house, comin from the lock-inChilled with the rats ??????You try to run, but you don't get farCause I spray your ass with the letter areGangsta Ridd - is what?Rated areThe RiddRestricted, restrictedCome on(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted[ VERSE 2: Ganxsta are?dd ]Comin from the mind of a criminal-exOut on a furlough just to snap necksOnce again -Once, once, once againOnce again the rap criminal, known to be a locSince it's rated are (this is for the old folks)Restricted for the ears of a minorLyrics like the sun, so strong it might blind yaThis jam was created for the ears of a realistGet off my shit list (?????)Murder He Wrote, that was my last jamLike Michael Jordan with the new dunk (check out the new slam)Here it is and you're beggin for moreA new slam, from the criminal lordThis jam is resctricted for the MCs that fear meEverytime it play, they run when they hear meKeep runnin, but you don't get farCause this concept is Rated are, the areGangsta Ridd - is what?Rated areThe RiddRestricted, restricted(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted[ VERSE 3: Ganxsta are?dd ]Wait up, get up, step up, I feel the fate nowCause that Boo-Yaa bass is gettin too loudBut the louder it gets we get much respectT.R.I.B.E.'s on your back, a bunch of insectsThat's my job, puttin em on whatYou don't want to move, ??????Smoke from my microphone still lingerMC's drop a dime to the one-time ?????Sayin I did it, yeah, the Ridd did itNow that I know you a snitch, I ain't with itBuster Brown, you just a clown from a new townHuffin like you're bad - you ain't downHold it, stop, wait a minute and don't moveI have a nation rockin to this grooveMy mouth to the mic is like a clip to the UziYou see a Uzi spray, you gonna want to use meKeep runnin, but you don't get farCause I spray your ass with the letter areGangsta Ridd - is what?Rated areThe RiddRestricted, restricted(Huh!)(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted[ VERSE 4: Ganxsta are?dd ]Restricted for the ears of the mental insaneLyrics like a drug, you're blowin your brainLike the homie named Deathrow, Deathrow my broHad to go, he was next in rowHe went solo, sold his soul to the devilThis I know, he had a tatoo on his elbowTurn up the radio, this is what he showedIt read: 'life's goin too slow'Hesitate, you're too late (yeah) the doubt in your routeIs that's what life really about?This I know, Deathrow was a criminalIt was his time to go, life was too slowRestricted for the ears of a minorMake sure there's a adult behind yaCause if you're young and you try to get farI smoke your ass with the letter areGangsta Ridd - is what?Rated areThe RiddRestricted, restricted(Aaahh... ha-ha!)(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)We some hard muthafuckas(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)RestrictedThe are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)We some hard muthafuckas(Yeah, yeah!)The are, muthafucka(Yeah, yeah!)Restricted Aus Songtexte Mania