Lyrics:
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
who's [unverified], 'til your enemy dead
We gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat
You with the bullets that fled
And to show you it's not
and a leg
Kinda cost me arm and a leg, pussy
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You'd get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in
a fuckin' rocket
Jimmy Neutron, ray gun poppin'
Nail the witch out by the lake
I bet she'll give me sloppy toppy
Gotta head to the side like a deer
Bitch
by hope
Unleash the strength of bullet storm
Take the gun and kill them all
No remorse no regrets
Unleash the bullets straight from hell
Break
to adopt a gun and abandon responsibility after triggered
The words from a gun's mouth
Divorce bullets who abort future parents and children
Foreign bodies
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
from right
Walk the streets or ride my bike
Now the youths want to do drive-bys
Father God how can we get by, live a stress free life aye
Songs
we don't have guns
I come from a place where lives are gambled with, everything is scandalous, if there's a death you can bet there's going to be
and flippin' the script
And pop in my clip, and puttin' my pump-pump on ya
And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
And now that ass is a fuckin' goner
You
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call shoppas
See I was raised in the slums
But niggas tote guns distribute and run
Watch out on the one
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
own awards
I achieved growth you gotta write your own script, where you come from
Every bodies got a hero but I made me made my own path broke from
rain go away
Rain rain go away
Rain rain go away
Watch the red dot, bullets hot, like charcoal
Ammo explode, when i go, into overload
I live by the gun
stories in the streets, I hope you write your scripts
You either boss up or get bossed around, that's how it is
And once you rich, you become a target,
stay blazing shit
Which gun is my favorite
I dunno I got 'em all from the old to the latest shit
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
Give a fuck
Fuck is up
Bullets gonna make you duck
Hit em up
Like Pac
Bouta make these bodies drop
Bodies drop
Shells pop
50 Rounds from the M&P
Tell ya
him up he back doored and killed by his neighbor
Now bitches wanna fuck cuz they see me shine
And it came from hard work you can't knock the grind
Worry
start disappearing
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
Life death roll the dice Know you don't get to go twice
Don't ask back Make sure you
these next dudes. I know it for a mother-fucking fact
I know it cause I'm from the west coast and I was there when Crooked I
First came on the scene,
tongues
Start avengin the script you'll be eventually ripped
Tossed in pendulum pits until you stench of the crip
You'll be hunted for days by thug with
bites.
You never know where she'll come from.
She walks softly but she carries a big gun
[Chorus]
You got no time to trip or argue, you're
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