Gangsta's Paradise - Instrumental Song

They call me Hitmaka Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I feel so safe when I'm with you Every other hitta should've been you Only show yo' soft side when I'm with you Yo' ex be actin' out but I got you How you love me rough but so soft How we runnin' up but no lost How you humble up but so boss That's why you paid the price, it's no cost Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise Met you at the CITGO on the Westside Always talkin' 'bout how you wanna change lives I can see you through the tatts and the gang signs Back rolls Backwoods in the late night How you love me rough but so soft How we runnin' up but no lost How you humble up but so boss That's why you paid the price, it's no cost Let me be ya gangsta's paradise I swear our love gon' feel like crime We ain't gotta take no one's advice I can hold yo' racks, while you shootin' the dice Makin' love in the trap Show me how to handle the strap Need a bitch that's gon' have ya back Let me be ya gangsta's paradise You found the perfect angel needs advice Let me be ya gangsta's paradise Let me be ya gangsta's paradise

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left 'Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it He be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talkin', and where you walkin' Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk But I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc' As I grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like On my knees in the night Sayin' prayers in the street light Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise And now why are we, so blind to see That the ones we've hurt, are you and me They got the situation, they got me facin' I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets So I gotta be down with the hood team Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loc'ed out gangsta, set-trippin' banger And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool Death ain't nothin' but a heartbeat away I'm livin' life do-or-die-a, what can I say? I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-four? The way things are goin' I don't know Tell me why are we, so blind to see That the ones we've hurt, are you and me Now why are we, so blind to see That the ones we've hurt, are you and me Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's runnin', but we don't even know What's goin' on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin' They say I got to learn, but nobody's here to teach me If they can't understand it, how can they reach me? I guess they can't I guess they won't I guess they front my life is outta luck, fool Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise Now why are we, so blind to see That the ones we hurt, are you and me And now why are we, so blind to see That the ones we hurt, are you and me