Lyrics:
swallowed space and time
We gathered pearls and swine
She shot me to the sun
Like a bullet from a gun
And when the deed was done
In the morning she was
up and stop lettin the devil tempt me
Usin materialism to jealousy to pimp me
Live by the gun, die by the gun, to put it simply it's gettin shady
Nicca we're living to die
That's where I'm from
Pacc a gun
When you roll by
Knowing I'm high
I just might
Pull out my strap
And take your life
But it
all of that echoes
Aiyyo, aiyyo shoebox with nothin' but bread
The lead fly out the magnet
Dragged it by his brain and his leg
Where I'm from, niggas
frightening, you know?
I get real disrespectful when niggas get neglectful of what we do over here
Highbridge stand the fuck up, yeah
Canada!
Uh, live from
I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not whack, and in fact,
I'm like Clint Eastwood, instead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya
I'll let you know
Just another block episode
Yo, I roam the streets with my peeps and the gun by my crotch
I got beef with this cat that resides
in my songs see me in person you gon know it’s real
Glizzy with a perc from bullets get to popping make your body tilt
Just stack it up invest into
Who got hit with a slug by the hands of her gun
Left dead from a speeding bullet; she ain't mean to pull it
But being bullied by a boyfriend who beat
blast
Shouldn't have took his cash
You gon' pay what you owe
Just like seed time and harvest
Reap what you sow
Live by the gun, so you gon' die by
stealing
My villains just end with a rope on the ceiling
Tell her to rip off her shirt, they call me a flirt
I promise my bullets be fast, you wouldn't get
they fucking know me
I'm still smelling her sweet nectar in my goatee
We can do this all night
Too bright from the gun fight
Got the green light, but
bullets
I am on it like a rocket on
A course to freakin' pound ya
Call me supersonic 'cause I'm
Running rings around ya
I'm a dab hand with a sandman
its the ones from yo'
Set who trip
Nigga look how they did NIP
How we Gang? if we ain't reading
From the same script? born
And raised in the community
LIFE what a rush as I clutch my fist
By the chip of the tooth don’t bite your lips
No one is bullet-proof there’s a price to live
And there's a time
blue shirt
I'm ballin' call me Durk
Trained by the man above
This is what I does I ain't going away like you flies done buzz
Word from the heart
my 4-4 from my fuckin shelf
I stay with my gun, I roll with my gun
I never lose my gun, but yo I'm on the run now
Chorus x3
Interlude: [mr. cheeks]
Joseph came from his bed, poems to recite in his head
He fired his bullets with the spoken tongue
He had no need for a gun
The wind blows in from
English, I'm mikey, wayne vanish
I go by weezy f b thass who I be
You don't wanna lose me like new Id
I beat up the track like the new ali
And leaving eye
lying
Probably get rich die trying
From the city where
They die bullets are flying
Die by a gun they
Keeping on firing
From the city
Where people are just
Cut that pussy up she call me cohen
I gotta galick gun like a super saiyan
These niggas screaming cap I'm like you hear what they saying
If they really
gun staples in your back
Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack
Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X)
I get personal direct
baby?)
Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
How many men could you kill? (Let me count all the bullets I got)
Many bricks could move, (you
help, but I'm running out of breath
They pray on my downfall, they all want me dead
See the blood on my back, it's a crimson red
New gun, new bullet, same
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