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GANGSTA DEFINED
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Hip-Hop/Rap
GANGSTA DEFINED was released on June 26, 2026 by 12941749 Records DK as a part of the album THE UNTOUCHABLE CODE
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Release DateJune 26, 2026
Label12941749 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duc Anh
Duc Anh
Vocals
Cash Row
Cash Row
Rap
Knox Carter
Knox Carter
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivan Osuna
Ivan Osuna
Songwriter
Cash Row
Cash Row
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duc Anh
Duc Anh
Audio Processing
Ivan Osuna
Ivan Osuna
Engineer

Lyrics

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-yo, yo, yo, yo.
 You talk like a gangster, but you never saw the block.
 You never had to hide when the red lights clock.
 BNK stay in the fashion, it's the code of survival.
 It's looking in the mirror, now smart in your rival.
 The scars on my jaws, the dirt on my boots.
 It's remembering the hunger and defending the roots.
 They thinking about the jewelry and popping the cork.
 But it's about the respect on the streets of New York.
 I don't need to bark loud to prove that I bite.
 I just stand in the shadow when I dominate the light.
 Every word that I drop has the weight of a stone.
 This is how a real gangster protects his own throne.
 Throne! Throne! Throne! Throne!
 Yeah! Uh-huh.
 Liar on the roof!
 Throne! Throne! Throne!
 Yo! Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check the definition.
 A real gangster moves solid, never brags about a crime.
 He just handles the business, and he waits for his time.
 I see these internet boys playing tough in the vids.
 But they will run like rats if the sirens hit the grids.
 50 cent state of mind, we don't look for the clout.
 We just lock the target down, and we clean them all out.
 I pay my dues in blood, not in corporate checks.
 That's why every single block is showing respect.
 I don't trust a politician, don't trust a fake friend.
 I'm a self-made soldier from the start to the end.
 The streets of my kingdom, the asphalt is real.
 And my word is a contract that is tougher than steel.
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
 Now they want the definition, look right in my face.
 I'm the undisputed champion running this place.
 I survived the crossfire, survived the deep betrayal.
 While the fake ass rappers are just turning pale.
 I don't make music for the radio wave.
 I make anthems for the hustlers trying to be brave.
 G-Unit, the army, the monopoly is tight.
 We don't negotiate, we just win the fight.
 They can try to rewrite what it is, this should be.
 But the blueprint of the streets is copyrighted by me.
 No backup, no chorus, no singing, no lies.
 Just the cold hard truth looking through my eyes.
 Pure solo.
 Breakthrough.
Written by: Cash Row, Ivan Osuna
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