Lyrics:
somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about your wife?) Nigga,
the rest over to the lawyers
'Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody
Just tryna bring life to the party
If I ain't change your mind think whatever
One thing
Gather your belongings
It's time to come with us.
This war that we have witnessed
Far too ridiculous
The purity is sanctioned
By the victim in
for a fucking ‘white rapper' digging your grave
Now here's the gravity, reality's come
I've got Latino blood, pussy, you're a counterfeit gun
Coming
part like a marriage
Like weed and blem
Yu gun a shine and it a glisten
Any pussy dissing by tomorrow him missing
And no mek off a wi a bag a teeth
probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
cheeks I bring it to your brain-a, I'm crazy insane-a
Chorus x4
[freekie tah]
And I got warrants, I fuck all the cops
They get the middle finga
Hold on,
Move like me, they're all learnin' now
Pull up on me, bring burners out
Suck your mummy, lil' reject child
Buss your gun and start speakin' out
Russ,
Artillery ready for altercation
We got guns that's the size of a midget
We stay cleaning shit up
Call it sanitation how we sweep up
Your whole block in
blessings are for those
In the spirit who is poor
So, we bring the truth raw
With punchlines and metaphors
Skillful word play will drop your jaws
See a lot
(Habana)
Jamaica, Puerto Rico o Santo Domingo
We could take it there
Yeah, yeah, and bring your silk underwear it's on
Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, Little
sweet as the apple
Don't fall asleep on your dreams
Don't sell your soul for your masters
Don't let that whip be your master slave master
God don't matter
Hey (hey) city boy stuck
Penny-loafers didn't bring No luck,
Should I throw him a rope?
Nope, hell no, not me
I'm rollin' on goin' on by, yee yee
You bring me up
Don't lie
You bring me up
You bring me up
Don't lie
You bring me up
You bring me up
You bring me up
Born free but grew into chains
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
Push me to my limit, punk nigga, your gonna get it
One by the gun, two stomped out by my shoe
Three you get strung up by the limb of a tree
I never rhyme
wonderin' if we could stop by)
Well shit, yeah, come on by
(Really?)
Yeah, hey hey hey hey.
(I know, bring some blunts alright)
Alright, bye
hidin your hoes, what you do that fo'
Me and Money Mark been done hit it
Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy?
Don't even much bring
a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my
guns, by any means
I get my ones
You intervene, by any means, I get ya done
For real
Now keep your ass on the floor..
[Sticky] Yo who the fuck can I trust man?
[devil] You can trust me man
[Sticky] Everywhere I turn there's danger God!
of the pain still on me
I don’t want know fake love
I can tell by your eyes you were phoney (yeah yeah)
Everytime I roll a plane I feel it hitting me
To ceiling
canteen.
Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie:
he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in
the ancient tribal hymn)
lie
wapping,
Reagan bombs Libya (keep your head down), Russian
Nuclear reactor is ablaze.
1987 Beirut gun man attack U.N., Argentinian president
Ends arms
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