Pistol Grip Poetry
G Perico
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Pistol grip poetry Every gangbanger in the city Streets notice me cha-cha with the choppers If it ain't yellow tape Send him straight to the doctor I'm stashed up nasty I ain't tripping if the cops ever gaffle me That's what I'm getting money for I'm the nigga that The Clicc go dummy for Made my first twenty thousand on 112th To this day it's Broadway I don't know nothing else Hoes down on the blade playing patty-cake The way I put shit together Niggas had to hate Better watch your step 'fore you Step in some shit Thought the homie was a gangster But he messy like a bitch Shouts out to G Snub, he a real one Real Innerprize Crip that'll kill something We got motion from South Central to East Oakland Real members like, "G Scrilla Keep it going" Real members hanging out on some ghetto shit If niggas don't want peace Then we gon' level shit That's pistol grip poetry I'm throwing shots and ain't hiding I'ma let 'em know it's me Cha-cha with the chops Heard the block was for sale So we cashed out and bought it Finally went legit, no more going on the run All the shit that I done did God forgive me when I come Gordon stay on a lake, that shit proper It's a trip cause he getting Rich selling Urban Water Gotta trust the process I done made my own lane i'm looking good I know it's hard for you to digest They using my identity, but they dissing me I'm God and these niggas like Judas They been killing me All this pressure sitting up Under these palm trees If I gotta watch then you For sure gotta watch me Yeah, that's pistol grip poetry Extended clip I'll for sure put a hole in him Yeah, cha-cha make 'em backflip Thought I had a homie But them niggas always catfish Shout out to my people In them concrete caskets On the phone calling home for a package Tell my nigga Swiss "Won't be long 'fore you back again We turning up, but this time I'm having Ms" yeah, that's motion I won't let 'em trick me out my spot Bro I'm focused I still got my soul and my heart I ain't sold it I pray to God that niggas don't Make me have to smoke 'em I pray to God that niggas don't Make me have to smoke 'em But if I do, f*ck it It's pistol grip poetry
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