Lyrics:
gun ho like Lacey and Cagney
Drum societies got my back see
All assed out not knowing who to believe
Ya smiling in my face with tricks up your sleeve
kitchens, you lying
Flashing your big homie guns like you 'bout it
All of you niggas just chasing the clout
Befriending each other to get in the spot
niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with
Retaliations a bitch,
down for a BMI
Who writes your shit, bitch? Just me and I
Why you bitches act scary and dark? It's just dumb
You would pop a damn tit tryna shoot off
Chinese dragon sized blunts in Maracaibo
Huh, and everyone flashing a gun on a D-V-D
I'd make them niggas shoot it out with N-Y-P-D
And every fucker that
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
could take over Gotti
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar
Babycakes, your in a foreign land
Uncle Sam does the best he can
You're in the army now
Oh-oh, you're in the army, now
Now you remember what
cost
Chain heavy bezzy floss
Necessary for every sport
In a passenger coup she tatted with hoops
And she fine enough to act
In a movie modeling shoots
Someone says they saw me on the scene
But I wasn't even near
An officer was shot to death
By machine gun fire
It's almost twenty years ago
And they still
my trigger finger only do nothing but squeeze
I'ma shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet
[DJ Paul]
I swear a lot of niggaz blame me
walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking
Scream "Fuck the world" then I shoot a couple mannequins
Hop onto my bike and ride away like Sons
to see your kids
All he said was "c'mon don't shoot!"
So shook I think he shit his Sean Jean suit
Why you starin'? run your chain like an errand
put out the fire
You call this religion
You shoot each other in the head
Is it worth your Holy mission
When you're countin' all your dead
I gotta find
It was back in the day on the PlayStaytion One (yeah)
He won't go by himself, he gon' take everyone
From the moon to the sun, I'ma clean every gun
making damage law and convice to surely gonna pay but this option is too over we will take all of your cash
Miss things shipping she beens for rescuetive
to the wire
Under Al Sharpton’s wig
Pigs still shoot us in that back tho
Regardless of the nigga tweets
By Gwyneth Paltrow
How low do we go to fit in
Killing
sack, Benz and a Cadillac like a mack
Uhh, like a mack, uhh, like a mack
We're steady bein' pimped like a trick by the devil
And doin' it 'cause he
Yo, I'm deep rooted, watch my ass for intruders
Hate to pack guns but if provoked I shoot it
Request the best, I'll blaze 'em all
Kings with crowns, I
warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin
Still I might ride out, giddy up
By now, I should at least be a milli up
Everybody be rappin' about trappin'
I'mma find out how much food
They're really
matter the matter I'll still do it
You won't see it coming I bet
Better shoot with your mortal guns
Pass through me no Hot Ones ghostbust none
Mind melts,
yeah)
Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater
dude gone
Figure out the masterminds and then shoot em
Ain't no reason
Learn how to grow your own food
Before they stop feeding you
Needing you
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