[Styles - Verse One] My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy And have me and corone their dreams By the time I was seven my mom left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts By the time I was nine I was outta my mind My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind Ten and eleven the same I never would change He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga Still wearin' Skippys Bob had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair My mommy said wait 'til Christmas but I needed em sooner If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor [Chorus: x 2] I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin) [Styles - Verse Two] It was 1986 and I was twelve years old That's right around the time when crack came out It was the best thing that happened to me I swear to God cause I was gettin everything that I was askin about First we started off bangin up, me and golf Then shit start addin up, we gettin smart Now we on Broadway, coppin our own bench Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle Drink a old ease Grem like it wasn't tomorrow I'm gettin kicked out of Junior High, thinkin I'm grown God bust with the yellow rabbit And I had every color dealt we was gettin it on I was out robbin Mexicans six in the morn' Mom said I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome Bump me up worst when I went to the group home [Chorus: x 2] I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin) [Styles - Verse Three] I'm leavin out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real My alcoholic backround, the welfare motels Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight My niggas I can't name, outta state (My niggas fuck with weight) Little brother gone but I got a baby angel You fuckin with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you The present's what you get And the past is what make the man future I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman No there ain't a 'S' on my chest, but it's a 'D' on my block (D Blok) And said life the deepest lesson is death I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rest I'm a Gangsta and a Gentleman, Panero the best When I pass I'm like gas, motherfuckers 'Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget [Chorus: x 2] I said Gangstas ride (Ride with me) Gentlemen live your life (Live it up) 'Cause Gangstas die (We all gon die) It's only a matter of time (The clock tickin)