U-God was born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York. However he moved to Staten Island, New York as a youth. He was originally a beatboxer for clan affiliate Cappadonna, as well as being well known friends with future members Method Man, Inspectah Deck, and Raekwon. Sometime before the members united, U-God was mentored in rap by Cappadonna. He soon became friends with RZA and Ghostface Killah, and he began rhyming under the alias Golden Arms, based on the kung-fu movie The Kid with The Golden Arms. Later on narcotics possession prevented him from featuring heavily on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), his input on the seminal LP consisting of only a short bridge on the group's debut single "Protect Ya Neck" in 1992 as well as the famous opening verse of "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'". Nevertheless, after his release he quickly became known to fans for his rugged flow and bass-like voice on Wu tracks such as "Winter Warz", "Knuckleheadz", "Investigative Reports", and "Black Jesus". He was featured heavily on the group's second album Wu-Tang Forever on which he was one of only four of the group to get a solo track - "Black Shampoo" (While the others being Inspectah Deck with "The City", Ol' Dirty Bastard with "Dog Shit" and RZA with "Sunshower"; clan affiliate and singer Tekitha sang 'Second Coming' solo). Around this time his young son was accidentally shot and injured, an ordeal the rapper documented on the Wu-Tang Clan track "A Better Tomorrow". He appeared with all the clan members during the VH1 Hip-Hop Honors, as well as on tour for the release of Wu Tang Clan's latest album, 8 Diagrams. U-God released his third studio album Dopium in 2009 and touring around the globe in support of 8 Diagrams. He released his fourth studio album Keynote Speaker in 2013.
Name: U-God
Real Name: Lamont Hawkins
Web: www.myspace.com/ugod
Gang of Gangstas
U-God Lyrics
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[Chorus: Black Ice]
The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
A gang of gangstas.. what up
I might bang this steel, we a gang of gangstas
A gang of gangstas.. up
The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
I might bang this steel, I might bang this steel
We a gang of gangstas.. what up
[Black Ice]
I ain't really talkin' to niggaz, I don't know
And I ain't gotta floss to licked by your ho
I place slow in the precint, fightin' off the chokehold indecent
Try'nna give me the talk, but I won't fold this g, shit
Parental discretion advised, advice for my advisaries
Get a weapon and ride, Ice comin' soon
With a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots
Put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too
All's fear and warfare, that got my team in the crosshairs
The gleem left them blind, it seems they all scared
Want to get money but your heart ain't there
Your mind ain't writin', the drugs got you lost in fear
Luv Allah, you in this for the broads, or you wanna ball
M.O.E., I've seen money seperate dogs
Cut your life short with the four four long, real talk
Lose this game, you die, hid confined behind them steel bars
[Desert Eagle]
I'm an animal damn it, slash bandit, slash cannibal
Grand it like Hannibal, slash Marilyn Manson
Tattoo's, duck tape, snatch dudes for ransom
Hundred bricks' of jewels, let me choose a mansion
Kill crews, bullet shoes are stampin'
Straight dogs are dampin', the spirit of you so called champions
My pen is a pillage in Hamptons, wherever you camped in
Ya'll all tied up, you and your damn friends
You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids
And everything around you, so you can feel it
Don't take it lightly, this is some real shit
That Hill shit, duck when I spill clips, your real bitch
You not real right, you're ready rock, a real prick
And ya'll don't know how it feel, when them things hit
You will never know how it feel, when them things hit
You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit
*spit* *spit* It sound like spit
Now what sound like this, but a pound in my hit
Silencer on the battle, plus I rubber the grip
On the barrel, plus I rubber the grip
[INF-Black]
I lay it thick to bitches, like big dicks picture this
You battlin' me for chips, throwin' your best lines
Passin' to me spit, I'm throwin' my worst lines
And still empty the clip, take over your whole ship
Your soldiers are bullshit, talkin' you got a gun
But son, you ain't usin' it, play dumb
You slung by the force of the bullets
For sure I'm gonna pull it, sixteens in your unit
The flagolent never prove it
I'm a beast to this music, and increase in the streets
Cop heat to abuse it, I'm toyin' wit ya'll
Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest
I swallow your best, technique and tactic
Couldn't last one round, be careful it's the draft picks
Niggaz get gun downed, get married to they caskets
It's easy to see, when I sing, ya'll back it
Make me have the plate, talk slick, get ya ass kicked (what up)
[Chorus]
[Frank Banger]
Although I told the son, shine in the darkness, fuckin' with a cat that's heartless
Barely cuz my gun jam, or cuz I use a glock with one or two revolvers
Twenty two in the ankle, or the glock, nine in the hostler
In the street, 57 rips the meat right off your shoulder
When I do it, just look at my eyes they're ain't no fear
A minute ago you was holdin', now it's rather this
Fuck runnin' up in it, with the pockets off the denim
Take the cash out the shines, then I'm splittin'
Niggaz say I'm chippin', but I'ma trynna make a livin'
Picture me livin' in the streets, I'd rather go to prison
Three hot, send the cop, fuck that
It's 16 hot in his glock, ski mask, black gloves, hit a number spot
I hit the lotto without usin' the ticket
Ask me how stupid muthafucka, just spit
Cuz I'm livin' the street life..
[U-God]
I'm slick with my notes, move quick on my cults
Talk slick money grip? I'm slittin' your throat
Cop a house on the boat, twenty pounds of coke
Catch him at the Puerto Rican parade on the top of the float
Curry don't need alligator shoes or a furry coats
Play me close, I gave him a dose
Shot him up with volts, body go up in the smoke
The mic pope is back, I throw him in the yoke
Head crack, go for broke, nigga, murder he wrote
I took her to the crib, we fucked like old folks
Death stroke, hand on my balls, got you in a scope
I punch you so hard, got you stuck between the ropes
Thunderbolts under the blow, shake the ass, vocals show
We comin' for war, it's your hope, when my
Tech will blow, it effects your hearin'
When the game need penicilen, inject the serum
It's the livest borough in the headphone portable
The last mentioned niggaz in the hip hop quotable
[Letha Face]
My brain cells are excersized, dismember your body
Leave you hard to recognize, check the size of the shotty
Eyes foggy from purple haze blunts, surgicul blade graze chumps
I open flesh, leave no razor bumps
And made this jump up to the sound of frantic gun fire
Sware, don't stare, or get aired like spare tires
Now you wear wires you government informant
I sign your death warrant, your expired without life insurance
I'm equipment with a high performance engine
The heater stays hot, so now my palms are sinked into the glock
My attention's worth to stop your heart from beating
Sink your teeth into the bullet for beefin', now you're permament sleeping
Pleadin' after I'm Charman squeezin', the desert e'zin
You'll be restin' in pieces, that's the opposite of breathin'
Receiving head trauma from an infrared llama
Son I'm half Dave Berkowitz and half Jeff Dahmer
[Ja-Mal]
Come on... rap on hold, I'm try'nna get movie cream
So my rims'll be bigger than movie screens
Ask if I make you cock-eyed, and my flow is lethal
Grow on sight, swallowin' peroxide
Dudes try to kill the sire, due that
Get put on the floor like wheels in tires
Look, put the pedal to the metal, don't stop
I'm like a tea kettle, little daddy, I'm hot
Straight blazin', amazin', Ja-Mal, amazin'
Blazin', you sort of get the idea
Beef, finish it, can't afford to start it
Get your face stepped on like floors and carpets
P. Diddy who did he when the son don't shine
Gun shots is plenty, clips is all empty
Minds filled with envy, love assassin me
That's why they call me Lord, your title is type iffy
Put this over your fit, I'm ready for violence
Grab a gun, a knife or a home appliance, Ja-Mal!
[Chorus]
The song "Gang of Gangstas" by U-God features Black Ice, Desert Eagle, Frank Banger, INF-Black, Letha Face, and Ja-Mal. The chorus of the song establishes that they are a gang of gangsters and they might use violent means to get their way. Black Ice's verse talks about how he is not interested in small talks and neither does he need to flaunt himself to get attention from someone else's girlfriend. He talks about fighting off the chokehold indecent and how he won't fold to talk. Black Ice mentions that he has a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots and how they can easily put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too. It's a fear and warfare that keeps their team always on high alert, and they are not afraid to shoot anyone who crosses their path.
Desert Eagle describes himself as an "animal damn it, slash bandit, slash cannibal," and that he's ready to kill anyone who crosses him. He talks about how he can easily snatch dudes for ransom, has a hundred bricks of jewels, and can afford a mansion. He mentions that he kills crews, and his bullet shoes are stamping any opposition. He warns the listeners that they should not take it lightly, as this is some real-life shit. Anybody can get hit by a bullet, and you won't even hear it coming because it sounds like spit. INF-Black talks about how he is a beast in the music industry, and he never backs down from a fight. He mentions that he will empty the clip, take over your whole ship, and even the best technique and tactic won't help you against him. He talks about how he is toying with all the young boys, who have no choice but to follow in their footsteps. Finally, Ja-Mal says that he's trying to make it big, as his rims will be bigger than movie screens. He mentions that he can make you cock-eyed, his flow is lethal, and he has no problem shows anyone that he's hot. He talks about beef and how he finishes it, and that he is ready for violence - grab a gun, a knife, or even a home appliance.
Line by Line Meaning
The gang'll feel, we a gang of gangstas
We are a group of dangerous criminals.
I might bang this steel, we a gang of gangstas
I might shoot my gun, we are a violent group.
I ain't really talkin' to niggaz, I don't know
I am not interested in talking to people I do not know.
And I ain't gotta floss to licked by your ho
I do not need to show off my money to attract women.
Parental discretion advised, advice for my advisaries
This content may not be appropriate for children. This is a warning to my enemies.
With a hundred goons who all love to shoot shots
With a large group of people who are willing to shoot their guns.
Put a tunnel through your coupe, slump your baby mother too
I will shoot through your car and kill your girlfriend.
Want to get money but your heart ain't there
You want money, but you are not truly committed to obtaining it.
Cut your life short with the four four long, real talk
I will kill you with a gun.
You won't even hear it comin, cuz it sounds like spit
You will not hear the gunshot because it is silenced.
I lay it thick to bitches, like big dicks picture this
I am very aggressive towards women.
Take over your whole ship
I will take over your business/enterprise.
You better get 'em pies up, homey's kill kids
You need to make more money, because people will get violent if they do not have enough.
Everything around you, so you can feel it
I will kill everyone around you so you can experience the effects of violence.
I'm slick with my notes, move quick on my cults
I am very skilled with my rapping and am fast when it comes to violence.
I punch you so hard, got you stuck between the ropes
I hit you so hard that you are trapped.
Thunderbolts under the blow, shake the ass, vocals show
My rapping is powerful and impressive.
My brain cells are excersized, dismember your body
I am very experienced and skilled at mutilating bodies.
Now you wear wires you government informant
You are now cooperating with the government and sharing information.
Son I'm half Dave Berkowitz and half Jeff Dahmer
I am extremely violent and enjoy hurting people.
Contributed by Alexis B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
2dope4ya1970
DOPE TRACK! BIG UP!
lilsneekybxny182nd
that beat is sick. Uwie still dat nigga!!!