Lyrics:
About them, I doubt them cats waitin' for me
You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street
She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets
I grew up to the sound of bullets whizzing by
Tear drops dripping down mama please don't cry
How can 2 wrongs make anything right?
How do we not
didn't really mean those words at all
I'll bite the bullet
I'll do it in the name of love
I guess I'll bite the bullet
Or stop playing with loaded guns
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
man
The gun is steel with bullets real
Shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old man
Run for cover and never turn back
looked that night
Oh Oh
Top down, dial up,
We're locked and we're loaded
Two bullets from a gun out of a world that exploded
Top down, dial up,
We're
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
and slam his parent's street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun
where he dwells
Where if shot down you plummet spiral down back to hell
From the heavens hard to know who prevails
Shot down by the baron guns growling
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
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
nigga better
Run a little faster
These bullets like Heinz oh
Yeah they'll catch ya
You wanna act tough
Let's see if you really are
When this gun busts
Oh
to the brain
Fire into a flame
I'm the one to blame
What did i do so wrong
You are unreliable
Take a bullet from a gun
Your pain is undeniable
I go alone
I'm all
world by the hand of God
Vrillon give me a ray gun
With military usurpation and collective self defense my persuasion
Break the white horse prophecy out
through the house
Put on a gas mask, find another guy
Put a gun into his mouth
Bullet exit's the chamber
Passes through the back
And into the bathroom where
(Bloodied sand)
With his life flashing past, women tortured by his own hand
Whilst we undo the work that has been done, women from afar arising with a gun
the bullets go la la la la la
Make the bullets go la la la la la
Yo you looking at the face of death
Gun shots make a bet
First nigga take a step
Pistols where
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
listen to the ha verse by jayz ha
Yea I'm from Lafayette this ain't Fayetteville child
Yea what happened to them bullets in my mouth
Y'all better quiet
as the chopper soars
My battalion, we go to war!
Decieved by their words
Decieved by their ways
Haunted by The Huey's roar
Forevermore
The barking of guns
Rolls
Pleasure doing business with you, Angie
Satisfied, he cocked his wrist-mounted
Gun and fired
A bullet from atop a tall building
Perfectly striking
the work
From a Mexican bullets eat
A nigga flesh it don’t matter
Which vest he in
I’m thinking of a couple ways for
Me to go and benefit
And Now I’m
Don't take away my speech
Don't take away my guns
If that ever happens
Then you'll see me on the run
With a gun
Where I'm from only moving with day
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