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stand next to me
I might have a burner
I might have some bitches
I always got safety, I always got bitches
I always got defense, I always got offense
Ass

Hand on the Glock

Cypress Hill

Black Sunday

1993

Was have to pull the gatt out
Here comes a nigga
And he's got a 38
Well my roundhouse said
Hey yo, I'm shootin up straight

'Cuz I put away the shotgun

or attempting a kick. The offense can also use a variety of formations, including the I-formation, the spread formation, and the shotgun formation, to create

the weekend
Hunned for a feature it ain't cheap fam
Going all night no sleeping

Turn your offense into defense 
Hit it 1,2,3 like a sequence
I'm just going in

Shut Up Kenny

Walker Hayes

boom.

2017

You gotta be kidding me, Chesney
Every time I turn the ignition
You're on the radio again and in the shotgun of my vision
There she is, where she

my turn with it
I hit 'em in the telly so I ain't gotta furnish it, yeah
You could ride shotgun, far as feelings go, I ain't got none
Hold that weed

he goin' OD
I'm God's son, he God's son, I'm God's son, he God's son
I'm God's son, protected like eight bands ridin' shotgun
Livin' life lookin'

got somebody in they crew very violent
Don't be surprised when you see my n**** very silent
But asking for your profits
I'm riding shotgun, huh
He got

they're salty my life I despise
No matter how often I'm beat down and shocking
Tears falling upon a shotgun I'm cocking
Alone in the corner sitting

newham borough
My nigga in the can writin' time concurrent
Weatherman had to go there and change the current
Defense is offense, go and touch his noggin

sits on the bench in the down pour
'Cause no matter the weather, the game don't stop
Competin with other teams, that reign on top
Your offense gotta

Splattin' spit chokin' till I'm teary-eyed and running nose
Comin' in wit force - lyric shotgun burst straight thru ya' doors
My heart bleeds on the track

Splattin' spit chokin' till I'm teary-eyed and running nose
Comin' in wit force - lyric shotgun burst straight thru ya' doors
My heart bleeds on the track

Aww yea
That's right
HUH
Yea

The sun rose, checked my melanated skin tone
Im still black I'm vibin' already on the throne
Triangle offense I'm

lifes ah bitch that dont panic
I took the hand he delt me an I play them cards like gambit
Pure offense in my game who need a po if I stamp it
Ygs

Heart's a soldier
I'll move in the way of a monk
Them shotgun shells
Will leave ya back
Full of the holes from the pump
Heart's a warrior
He can't be

spread them legs make her say uhhhh
Anita I need her She a keeper senorita Aida bonita hand on her lap shotgun creepin Pocket watching I peep em peeping

Shadows
Creeping through your hood
Mossberg shotgun
Name etched in wood
Think you caught a hot one
Don't feel too good?
Got that burn in your leg

can't save the world, then tell me who will

Not you
So that music could be up to five guys up there
Well, we should have fucking shotguns

Shottie
Uh,

on the veranda and it gets outta hand 
Stone cold bookie in a back room deal
Shotgun rigged in the door you steal
El Chapo, aficionado, 5-0,
Guns blazin' while

a Vietnamese massage
But takin' offense to crossin' over
That's what keep me on my guard
See, as a teen, ain't need a job
It was way easier to rob so, yеah
I

it's a 9-8 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Shotgun, two cases, two operations done, listen
They can't run, can't hide 'cah cases get

Super Friends

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

Super friends, are you stupid then?
I'll ask you again, are you stupid man?
Did you really think I wouldn't take offense
Flip the fuck out and shoot