-These days, they wanna be criminals more than they wanna commit a crime.n-That's... that's not just crime, that's the way of the world.nn~nnThere's something about a vandal's lustnThe lifestyles of the scandalousnAin't nothing like it -- America loves gangstersnLook at all the angel dustnThe cocaine and the cannabisnAin't nothing like it -- America loves gangstersnHate stones, but the man you trustn'Cause it's fun to watch cannons bustnAin't nothing like it -- America loves gangstersnnGone off that gangsta, gangsta; gone off that gangsta, gangstanGone off that gangsta, gangsta; gone off that gangsta, gangstann(Natti)nAmerica loves Gottis, America loves bodiesnPacino counting c-notes for shooting up club lobbiesnWhile Eddie Nash controls bankrolls in WonderlandnTony Soprano hits channels and holds down On DemandnWe wanna see it and some motherfuckers gon' wanna be itnOthers are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't defeat itnBush, the political gangster, man you gotta be highnGave plenty of orders for slaughters, ain't swatted a flynModern day cowboys with shiny alloys for side armsnHiding behind bombs, advanced cowardsnIn Jesse James ways we handled the TowersnGuns blazing for freeze framing the King of New YorknIn the moments we face opponents give thanks to gangstanMaybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank yanGot enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the triggernBut pop that in the city, it's, Freeze, nigga!nnThere's something about a vandal's lustnThe lifestyles of the scandalousnAin't nothing like it -- America loves gangstersnLook at all the angel dustnThe cocaine and the cannabisnAin't nothing like it -- America loves gangstersnHate stones, but the man you trustn'Cause it's fun to watch cannons bustnAin't nothing like it -- America loves gangstersnnGone off that gangsta, gangsta; gone off that gangsta, gangstanGone off that gangsta, gangsta; gone off that gangsta, gangstann(Deacon)nA-scare-ica lusts danger, danger, dangernWar, load the tanks upnIn the name of the Lord give thanks for angernMore major paper in Gangsta GangsternHeats, nerves and veins hearing words from prankstersnAnger anchors us, cinematic screens spewnWrangler language, systematic schemes tonChange the brain up, divide and conquernMob on 'em, ride 'til their lives are contra'dnMonsters, driven by capital as a stimulinCan never be too powerful, it makes us all admire younWe'll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, InCan't say it's impact hasn't hollowed walls inside mynHeart, my art, um, insanenIs it that smart to react dark when facing pain?nYou ain't that hard, that scarred, or that realnTo go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that's illnn(Tim Means)nIt's 6pm againnAnd I'm tuning into CNN watching marines mow down crowds with machine gunsn16 weeks training, Atilla the Hun's philosophiesnAnd now they're thinking we won't bring peace to these streetsnWith the same techniques; that shit's hypocrisynThis ain't democracy, it's a survival of the fittestnA country built behind closed doors with God as their witnessnPicture thisnPeople can become so blind that their ears can't listennTrying to save their souls with penitentiary religion, superstitionnNever done unto others but claiming that they're ChristiannWhile God's children are sittin' home praying and wishingnFor answers to their questionsnHerd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we're destinednLife be a war ain't no time for restin'nThat's why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alivenTrying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has diednEyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinthnHoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came withnTrying to steer my path in opposite directionsnThat man came wentnMy soul came, spent, I tried to get it backnThinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relaxnBut there's no time to be laxednBecause there's a war all through creationnGod's warriors is dying and gangsters is their replacement