Lyrics:
bows
Who gives a fuck where you from?
Oh, fuck you to I be the motherfucker totin' the gun
With automatic triggers, chrome handles
Red lights to keep you
duckin from?
Breathe
They come, passed the fight every fuckin one
Breathe
They some, punks bound to sell coke and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life
a gun on you, I got a gun on me, both of us could fire
I just deal with the tension and stress
Understand I'm from the School of Hard Knock and my
you hear your phone ringing and you knowin' it's your son
So you tryna make it home before dyin' by the gun
Then they tryna put you down before God say
Yeah yeah
Growing up niggas were murdered for no reason
We just wanna pop our guns
We was just beastin'
All up in the streets and Black was the worst
The only way to end this sickness put a bullet in my head
Put a bullet in my head!
Put a bullet in my head!
The only way to end this sickness put
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 can run up,
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
In this track as I expose
How all you hijacked drones only react to the codes
I send my mental bullets from this pulpit and Hack these clones
Then
I'm heated my gun'll spray
'cause my life goal
You ever seen a dead body
Hangin' from the light pole?
What type shows or concerts
Have you ever done?
When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around
Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law
Challenged by a bounty
When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around
Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law
Challenged by a bounty
shots loose brain a niggas
I got the script from prince and es some purple rain lil nigga
I spilt it on my shirt and left a lil stain my nigga
And I can
and said I had to get this cake
I woke up this morning and said I had to get this cake
I don't fuck with niggas, by now y'all niggas should know that
Old
approaching me
Lyrically I'm cock ready
Heavy with that weaponry
I guns em down in rows of three
Bullet holes watch him bleed
Hands pumping his chest
Panicking,
the bullet from a gun.
Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more
at the vma's
Kilo's in a gram, po's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
died in my arms
From a stray bullet from afar
That ripped through the car
My dreams are intense with very little sense
My pretense cracked to find
to lick the shot from the porch of my block
And when the gun spray stops there's no information for cops
Nigga I'm heartless some say I role wit the forces
done with son
Slow mo' as the bullet raise from the gun
Now girls go and get your gun
Go and buck, buck back, buck back for fun
Now girls go
gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in
gone flash like speed and know that shit will make you dance
I'm sticking to the script I never runaway from the plan
His brother wanted smoke he in
pussy deh no bad like we
When bullet from di tec spray
Dem froth up like pepsi
Man wi murda them to bloodclaat
(suck unnu mumma)
Man wi murda them
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