Lyrics:
Get him up, and get up,
The bullets they start to get lit up,
Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double
I got my gun loaded up with the bullets in the chamber
And I'm aiming for your frame with the bullets that I get from the Savior
And He came for
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
million ways to die, I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script, sometimes I'm too loyal
I step away, get
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
paid"
"Do this everyday"
Fuck that bitch
Whip that shit
Crash that hood
Brick by brick
Y'all get fucked
Porno flick
I stand in the middle
Zoro shit
Gun
the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun
She was sittin' on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up
Who owned the bar
In
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth
up the car no way we catching a case
40 Bullets and 45 bullets lemme know what you wanna taste
Green beam attach to the gun a pussy I'm not finna chase
back yet on me
Give me some armor, protect me from rain
Money tree, money tree give me some hope
Tell me that I'm gon be more than okay
Love bullets
on the bullet and
Hit the send button
They
Getting high
Ain't no coming down
I'm from downtown
Where the guns sound
Off
But that just mean roll another one
too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bonanza
Life real short so I keep a LONG CLIP
Only thing I know stick to the code to the script
Never sell my soul gun smoke one goes
Life seem short so I
Inna peace, inna war
Walk-by, drive-by inna car
Gun warfare, ayy
Me nuh care where you bad from
Or the ends where you trod from
Gunshot mek you
Bullet a burn dem up
Mek sure yuh insure dung a Nems
Mi walk-by, shot up di ends
Drive-by shot up di Benz
Come if unnu a come, just talk up inna di gun
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
me
You meet your destiny can't get next to me
The best of me you know the recipe
The cut-throat making blood soak from the gun-smoke
Have you gasping
flashes by
Mom's tired, dad's fired, all they ever do is fight
And a bullet's headin' for you, as your life flashes
My father's Father told my father what
fireball drop from di sky
(Shoot bwoy between di eyes)
Bullet inna combo, to bombo super-size
(Bullet bigga dan french fries)
Dem a send threat thru
Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ? ? ?
hollowtip bullet from the kaleshkonov
Some riffle a beat mi afi woner wah that
Even dog a get it wen time corn a mash
Mi tell the youths dem louw the gun nuh
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
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