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On a highway along the Atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years The radio waxes romantic, its lullabies fill our eyes with tears We don't
Would you like to pet my rifle? Summer camp is such a drag A rip into my ? rifle I'm too old to play capture the flag Someone's giving French
rifles, and M-1-sixteens Causing Havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks If you can't beat us, then join
the title Hustlin no stoppin the cycle I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols The twin towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like La piece a pizza eating
stop until I'm on top with the title Hustling no stopping the cycle, I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top
not Eightball Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle I'm from the projects where
fucker, I'm also into rifles They try to tell these niggers I'm a baby in these diapers I'm on my own shit, like this I don't disseminate, I got my name
I'm triflin upholdin a rifle Peerin from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail
plead with At times I hate my reflection and others I'm conceited Half the time I'm arrogant other times I'm vengeful At times it's to convince me,
man the medas and the vespid I'm sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert A eagle on me boy I'm known to tote a desert I sack a ounce up before I
different Twists and turns, burning a permanent imprint Scarred for life, I'm rifling through this verse The last one to disperse, the first to cast a curse
cycle, I'm done with the rifles The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos Look, now can we party? And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink
And I'm the four-letter word that you don't bleep out Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out Is this really where you wanna be when
in the bozack I'm trifle, get the rifle, or I step back and crack slugs and my crew give pounds and hugs Tugs on my shirt, let me know that
greater Than to shoot first and ask questions later Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day Well, you can't take my guns away, I got
Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's rifle I'm great to stifle Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises
I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put
this You're rifling through a bunch of toys That were handed down to me Just take all the ones you want and then Give the rest to my family I'm
this life, I'm watching bum's rifle threw rubbish Malnourished, another vicious growl from their stomachs How rubbish, another vicious row with
the Dodgers I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle I'm here to dismantle and cause
Jason, you're pointing at me like (that's Satan) Not in the slightest, lieutenant, treat my organ like my rifle I'm a spiteful Lou Bennett, I'm a menace
Then join us get on the team Streetsweepers grenades rifles And M1 car beams Dice games craps bets over car titles Pink slips cash money
crazy, I'm psycho [?] gunning with my 22, rifle I'm [?] they feel me, I'm next My enemies mad, they can't kill me, I'm blessed I know that you see me
I'ma pull out my knife or rifle I'm a polite psycho, it's a full out cycle Of a trifle life, cops can suck my cock if they don't like us I hang
psychological i'm like havin a rifle shot at you we not the type that smile at you we the type that bite at you slit your throat with the broken bottle pieces