It begins, too much sun on Venutia.
Distress calls, work every time.
No one can say no; gangsta's roll with the flyest bitches.
The man is always patrollin', trying to catch me riding dirty.
A little chat with my ladies, we have work.
Let's start this game, chat me up a pilot.
I don't know how to say this, but, I'm important. People know me.
Sculpting my guns, no, we don't need the grenades.
Damn it Feels Good To Be a Gangsta'.
A Real Gansta Type Player Plays His Cards Right.
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