Lyrics:
the less they will make you listen by force.
Everybody shouting it
From every place on high
Everybody loving it
Loving what they find
There's blood
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
humorous
And yes, my Puma's is fresh
As soon as I'm stressed
You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec's
Get it right I come to spit flip the script
his head completely off
I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
got extorted
Power on my side
God guns or time
What's better protection
Let a bullet decide
Respect my g
bust swag out my dick
Got Sons everywhere
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
on a son of a gun maybe
I'm bucking for fun but never bucking on none
Really never a gun but silver bullets from the tip of my tongue
And if they want it
been fired from
But I guess we've all inspired some of the negative shit that's in our lives
But we never do see any gun when it comes, it'll take you by
and sing along
She sings along
The girl is always, is always on the run
Faster than a bullet from a gun
The girl is always, is always on the run
Faster than
Runnin' out the Hummer with guns in each palm
If the motherfucker sleep, call him come get it
Niggas be kiddin', me awake, deal away
Gun-spray, bullets
a pound up out that vacuum seal
Found out you get bread off scripts a young nigga started stackin pills
Penny pintchin nigga from the trenches he still
Dayton ain't safe no mo niggas get robed from inside they car
I know how many time u been pointed out and criticized
But wen u flip the script they was
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
night playing dominos
Gun range Desert Eagle
Bullets fly like an Eagle
Just me and my people
Yeah
Backwood cones stuff um up
New Orleans is where I'm
the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken, my god
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
sick it ain’t no hold the cold from me
Hey
I got butterflies
Put a gun up to your homie tellin him he gonna die
Options now he switching teams he tellin
blow these pipes like trumpets but this drum my favorite instrument
We been up on that score we started small and went by increments
So bitch give me my
at Henry Davenport
Who made no attempt to move
Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through
It don't matter where you're from'n, young'n
Jaysaun, you can hear the bullets hummin
Young'n comin at ya coast signed by
EdoG as Pete smacks ya
Need
more
Atleast for us or somthing dang
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
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