Lyrics:
excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's
it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma
Always moving quiet cause these niggas tryna play me
Got my gun on go cause that pole came with no safety if I pull the trigger ain't nobody leaving
don't run to the south
My 16's move the crowd, from the gun to the mouth
Poster, see money from diesel
Can't sit on the rims, unless they over 21
spotify..
Sky high in me eigen space
Doe een drive by er word gelijk geraced
En ik drive safe in me eigen lane
2 mans zit shot gun
Ba-Bad bitches
move[00:20.69]I might Jug[00:21.69]I might just[00:22.60]I might just[00:23.57]I'm like who[00:24.44]I'm like what[00:25.39]Just a little baking soda[00:27.22]Got
Mayday[00:13.58]There were snakes in the grass in the garden of Eden[00:15.21]So I can't be surprised by the treason[00:16.63]We not going back
sneeze[00:48.90]I gotta go[00:49.86]She sayin oh baby no[00:51.21]Baby I gotta get cheese[00:52.70]Trynna love me bitch check ya temperature[00:55.01]Sick little
there
In 2005 I found cheap recording space and
Sang about the killing ground of Somalia:
"We begin our day by the way of the gun
You don't pay
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
tape
Jeopardize being friendly just to keep mine safe
When keeping it real goes right, I couldn't keep my faith
By third album I was done, you shoulda
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
Yea we're far from being free
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be
We're far from free
Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece
After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased
Niggas saying I'm underrated
invented. It was directly inspired by guns, specifically, Samuel Colt’s Revolver. It borrowed not only its barrel mechanics, swapping bullets for exposures,
Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)
It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me)
Long as I continue to spit poems
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
of the snakes
Enter by way of the price, leave by way of the grave
Police projecting and swerving
Usually inspect 'em and hurt 'em
Preachers perfecting a sermon
Got 21 guns
Got 22 mags
Got too many hoes wanna help me count this bag
Got too many bros that left tryna' come right back
Got too many choices now so
She cries for help[00:18.60]He runs his mouth[00:23.13]I'm screamin' out[00:27.62]Caught in the drought[00:32.08]Snapback[00:33.50]With a gun by your
on the other one, I blicked up bought my mother a gun[00:29.91]I switched up, hit the road[00:31.26]I almost came back with a hunnidbun,[00:33.03]I ain't need
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
don't take this feeling away, moe
This month is not enough me I love, moe
It's like I've been distracted
For so many days
By pussy and these women
No
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