Lyrics:
Fly as hell
But like a troublemaker
Man the boy he been grounded
If this is a gun to a knife situation
Man I got the LMG mounted
And you couldn't get
let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
some strangers blood
Since then I got a razor & gun, it don't phase her or nun
Hide it for me, only pass it when the danger has come
They not pulling up,
said and done
Cause all is fair in love and war you better bring a gun
It's not the one you want
It's the one you love
I bet you had your fun
You
[PC Speaker]
Fuck the M-P-double-A comin' straight out the underground
A young pirate got it bad cause I'm down,
Loadin' DVDs like a motherfuckin'
you on ice, now your wrist is on bling (bling)
We here to have fun, girl, your friends, you can bring
Matter of fact, you should bring me your twin
Your
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come
wealth
A real G, I never kissed niggas or shot myself
Gangsta Gibbs
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull
will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure
cowboy, gun toting chump think you tough?
Get to acting like Braveheart, Get ya blowed up!
Mando from tha Kee', My Road is O.C.B!
Your girl done fucked
By streams that never find the sea
the road goes ever on and on
We flooded it
We’re never going home
The wind recites all your fears,
surrounding
whereabouts be your achorage
We are to be found on the winward side of Cape Pelorum
Ah, about 20 klicks south by southwest from us, we shall arive
In the early
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
back
Gotta bring it back
Bring it back to the love
Bring it back to the love
Gotta bring it back to the rap
To the truth in the streets, guns an'
lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Criminal minds thirsty for
lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Criminal minds thirsty for
With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so we can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk and I'ma fuck you up
Make you think
swimming inside of their body Osmosis Jones
I'm popping blood vessels
Pirates of the Caribbean pull up and destroy your vessel
Main event don't you dare
dishonor
And your shame to your name
And vainglorious pain in our asses, okay?
And bring your angry criticism
Of everything good in the ecosystem
You
business
Ian speaking onna phone
Ima pirate jack I take
All of your cheese nd all ur gold
I ain't satisfied yet
Why I keep on sending every hoe
Watch your
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
to feeling out of it
Can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless
'The Way of the Gun', son, who the nicest?
S.K., no stun gun
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