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Desperado
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Desperado was released on October 20, 1998 by On The Low as a part of the album Ghetto Organized
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Release DateOctober 20, 1998
LabelOn The Low
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gambino Family
Gambino Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ralph "Wildstyle" Leverstone
Ralph "Wildstyle" Leverstone
Composer
Wondosas Martin
Wondosas Martin
Composer
Marrico D. King
Marrico D. King
Composer
Corey J. Johnson
Corey J. Johnson
Composer

Lyrics

My desperados, we call 'em gambinos!
**** like Melchior, Reginelli, and Pheno! [x2]
This life I lead, homicides in the street
So much a misery, labeled a breeder
So I'm a threat to society
Real with killing, worldwide mafia figures
Thug **** who keep there fucking fingers on triggers
To the day that I'm leaving, till they stop me from breeding
I bet all this motherfucker did was make up the reason
For caskets, till I (?) find him dead up then blasted
The get away call, we left him stinking up in traffic
It might be drastic, fucking with these desperados
**** like Melachior, Reggenilli, and Pheno!
Chorus (x2)
17 shots, coming straight to your soul
Reginelli, i'm down to ride with my desperados
Me and my Gambinos, we strap tight and all black
Bout to hit the fucking streets, bring the bullet combat
You know the gambinos, we call them desperados
We train to kill, and fill a bitch **** body with holes
My trigger fanger is burning, silver bullets you earning
You cockaroaches wanna fuck with me, let's go on a journey
Gambino Family, my click, label me a thug breeder
If I die, bury me with my heater
They wanna kill me and make me number one eighty seven
Any **** run up wrong, **** I bust em dome
Cause I refuse to let a bitch **** bury me
I stay strapped and I take this war shit deep
I swore to die for my motherfucking gambinos
And not to worry, I'm down to ride with my desperados
Me and my desperados, busting at you bitches through stormy weather
Nine milli berrettas leave you haters with bloody sweaters
Popping these bitches thats coming for our failing riches and snitches
Going to pay the cost, trying to fuck over these mob figures
My art of war is unknown, busting you bitches dome
Pistol packing that chrome, look at them **** running home
I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti
You getting rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty
You punk bitches gonna respect this ****
I'm the craziest motherfucker, always token a trick
Got my hands on four fives, **** feel my fury
I'm busting slugs until I'm buried ****, behind my desperados
I take these motherfuckers across my ties
And I swear on my life, these motherfuckers gonna die
Give me the four fives and a vest, and they marked for death
Picture me and my desperados snatching your breath
It's time they call the don, representing on track
Where my family in this bitch? ****, how you love that?
See the money in my eyes, so i'm chasing for stacks
Fuck around if you wanna get your bitch ass wacked
The many macs with this rapping and jacking i'm staying strapped
For these bitch made **** who wanna leave me back
But fuck that, i'd rather grant an SKS
And put these coward ass, bitch ass **** to rest
And you can put that on my motherfucking tatted arm
A hundred strong desperados busting your dome
And it's on, gambinos burn the spot like Saddam
And I tell a motherfucker, dont cross me wrong
Written by: Corey J. Johnson, Marrico D. King, Ralph "Wildstyle" Leverstone, Wondosas Martin
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