Lyrics:
you're reaching while your teaching staying in the same place. The same place.
Ooh, I'm gonna give you my derringer, ‘cause I'm an outlaw baby you can't
no man left that I didn't get to
Derringer ain't nothing for me to wield
Child, my weapons never stay canceled
These boots right here are made outta
Drug trade taught me mathematics in America
Mass, hysteria
Every time I think I found love it's a Derringer
Baby don't shoot the messenger
Tried to X
derringer
A 38 long
A 44 desert eagle
A Glock Nine
Time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine
I make the streets run red
Like a stop sign stop lying
Co Coi Coi
Glock, Derringer di Astra
Wi' mek yuh body colder than Nebraska
Yuh diss di yardie mobster then we
Crack you like a lobster
Di AK, nuh play play
Mek blood
Ninja
Beat me like ginger
Yuh still cyaa find di Derringer
Give weh which llama? No voice of a informer
Not from Adidja Palmer if dem kick me like
draw the hammer back!"
"Is that so? *click* *bang*"
(Good shooting. Very good
Shooting.)
"Where'd you... get that.... Derringer?"
"Stay back, it holds
shot in this life,
Pretend like you rrrshooting a derringer,
-Ain’t no fuckin with me, you fuckin with me
And imma embarrass ya,
They want me 6 feet
the frozen manteca, the Rollie Skydweller
Uh, they crashed the Regera on La Cienaga
All my lines is like cinema
The tool shot derringers close by, I feel
Army Hellcat
Trench-sweeper Derringer Thirty Aut Six
Buck Mark Baby Browning Blicky Firesticks
So come on son take my gun
I'd love to teach you a lesson
scared
Call me a small-time shooter, Aloysius with the derringer
Bulletproof vest? Headshot, now they bury ya
Devil made me do it, but I tell you
darin', your man starin'
I just entered the country with Derringers
'Cause them Karens just turned into terrorists
You was on stop mode, got froze
the Derringer aimed at little Erica
To attack her character
The ring leader of the circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps
bust your chin
Yo bust this
Forty caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two
fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout
that Derringer
Don't run up on us, don't try your luck
Broke niggas keep tryin' her (what?)
But they gon' have to step it up (damn)
Rich niggas keep
read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a Derringer
Or be "capped in America" like
you want
It's hard to choose man
I think I'll take 'em all
Oh, you gon' do me like that?
I got one more piece to show you
My Derringer
I keep it in
derringer
I'm not an actor my life's not a movie
I never worked with the Fugees
I'm not killing you softly pack a small gat
Just to back you up off me
But
and a little poodle terrier
A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (take a picture)
Split your line up like James Farrior
I've always been a cowboy, they
at a derringer
Old ways is the barrel that's damning us
We better cross and cross rivers
A stolen soul and lost figures told by Doc Rivers
Movement
don't tote no Derringer (hot)
Go check the thermometer (hot), we bloodied the furniture
We hit at his mama house, I heard it woke his mama up (mom)
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
slidin up in parties on crutches
Limpin, with a derringer in his shoe (to da beat!)
Fuck a Cuban cigar, give me a Black N Mild
Then watch me tear up
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