Gangster Chronicles - Tricky

Some think they're safe

Like their cash at the banks

But banks get robbed

So I skank the fake gang

F**king gangstar

Cause they're f**king around

Like a bounty check

And you can tell I'm a f**king n***a lover

Same color as my

Bigger brother

And father and I'm rather glad

He ain't a f**king old cunt

Who's a National Front jerk

Outta work cos he's a big bastard

Blamin' a spade

Everytime he gets plastered

That's why I never be the county bounty

Or a power cat

Is just like Arafat

With a molotov cocktail

You wanna try our way

And run things like the I.R.A.

F**king up every cunt that you're

Pig dog I'd rather be called nig nog

Comes far with the bad

And he learns

Words to erase this bastard

Cos when you're black

It's all about being a ruffneck monster

Some people look at me as a thief

And they're right

Cos I'm a thief with gold teeth

But never the chief tho

Never the

Man who's getting stress

Ever bring a n***a on to East side

I ain't a token coon I'm a ruffneck

The one you don't wanna meet

Back when I'm on the street

Somebody

Rob and they make me

In a couple of hours and then let me go

But f**k no I spent the night

When I wake up with a judge who had a fight

With his boyfriend

Gunshot video all of dem

Cos they let young boys

Prefer men

But it ain't on me As I ponder the possibility

Of robbing the riches from their racing quad

With a rolex into cheap sex and expects

A n***a to be a smilin' figure

With a grin and a watermelon

But somebody oughta tell 'em

That youths are raggamuffin

To the maximum

That's why they

Take away the things that rule

Right

Let me explain the rules of the game

Meant to live a lie

It's just to stay black and die