Lyrics:
If you want some you can get some
We can do it with the small or the big guns
Bout Whatever and whenever you
Want to do with this war shit we used
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightening ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I
walked out the door
Nobody knew where he came from
They won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a .44 gun
One night made the difference in size
that was touched by Nas and Pharoahe Monch
Bullets - bein shot from guns, guns bein carried by thugs
who come to the clubs to shed blood
Bear
heart
By the gun, by the bullet, by the trigger, by the times
I could have been a contender
By the last drop of blood that I can squeeze from my
is won
No color or religion ever stopped a bullet from a gun
Out in the fields the fighting has begun
Out on the streets, they're falling one by
hijackings?
Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle
Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors
A thugs' cause
It's like
Thugs from Tivoli, Denham and Israel, Lebanon
K long like guitar ina John Lennon hand
Gun mi nuh borrow mi wi lend a man
Killa no nuff boy heart
Likkle
to the cell
Bullets never stop
When they pop from the shell
Hail by the lord got shot never fell
Even when it seem rough
Gotta get the cream up face got scraped
on the roof
He shows no pity as victims are shot
The only thing to stop him are the bullets from SWAT
Ten people died on a sunny day
BUT TELL ME WHO TAUGHT HIM
on the roof
He shows no pity as victims are shot
The only thing to stop him are the bullets from SWAT
Ten people died on a sunny day
BUT TELL ME WHO TAUGHT HIM
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
popular
I ain't faster than no speeding bullet
I can't fly and I damn sure ain't high
You wanna know why? Here's a page from '69
"Peace!" And that don't
I can kick my feet up and sit down my gun
Just gimme one line, one role, complete with one lick
And one motion, collect it all from 1-6
This
the face for poker
What happens in Vegas stays, but in my case
I'm getting closure started from the bottom
And I'm talkin' bedrock
Left for dead in
from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
Buy it by the brick and I sell it by the O
Sak kap fet nigga shout out to my zoe
At the gun store like eenie miney moe
Before I make a move line my
the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere, Feleena has found me
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side
Cradled by two loving arms that I'll
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set
GPS bullets what you know bout these
Buss it from the north side you'll be dead in the east (My dawgs active)
Anything I toe you'll get hit with it
ain't club rappers
I'm an underestimated pub classic, you're all actors
Matt brought me back to rewrite the script on all you wankers, you bastards
Gimme
flows like amphibians
From here to the Carribeans
Unexplored territories like Venus
Niggas never seen the team that seem keenest
Bury ya mind like zimas
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