Lyrics:
Shotgun blast from my pipe is ripping the war-filled air
With tanks by my side we grind their empty skulls
In my target I can see tears from their
Well if it-f 'it comes we're gonna get yep ready to welcome it
This is an uncommon thingummy just ask them they can tell
Ho we are the best best
us back
Armed with intention
Unified expression
Together we're stepping forward
Collective in vision uplifting
Side by side allied not
of someone's money who pays tax and has a life
While these black bitches stomachs stay fat with parasites
And they have to have a pipe to relax on average
now I'm wearing nothing left for Paddy McGinty's Goat
Off the West coast of Ireland one morning there was seen
As plain as any pipes on a German
Foreign cars and platinum expenses
Bangin on the door with a list of our offenses
Well you can knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want to
Or put 4 kicks
In my life it's clear to see
I'm stronger when they stand by me
The more I live the more I find
That it's an art to speak your mind
And have people
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,
Down the drain pipe 'cross the yard and through the fence
I risked a whoopin' every time I went
'Cause white boys weren't allowed on the colored side
[Devil's Voice]
You are now in the presence
Of a real "G"
Affiliated with straight up murders
Theifs and every thing else you can
Think of
My son you
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
The world we know is changin' fast
The walls are closin' in
And now's the time to make a stand
Don't let the cowards win
We're beset by a common foe
Danish painted
Delta 88, I sit inside the pipe and wait for fate to overcome
It's niggas who can't even see the sun
I circulate around it, display scenes
fool ass dudes thinking
That their style tight
I got bars on smash like car accidents
MCs are road kill
Run em off the road by accident
Matter fact I
to fight fair
Pistol grip pump, chainsaw and a pipe here
Y'all are pussy watered down
Like a light beer
I don't run from it, I embrace it
I like fear
twenty four servants bathing her feet in egyptian perfume
Excuse me, can i have a moment of your time, bang your dead
I had no idea you'd be taking target
to leave and
I didn't really want you to come by
You can call it healing
But I just stopped from feeling
The parts of you I knew
Would never feel right
good on her
Matter fact ask her if she
Got some good on her
I'm tryna score an 8th, after that
She can skate
I got a girl and I love her, make no mistake
I been telling fools
You can keep your pool full of jewels
Since back in high school
When G-Unit was cool
Man, they still talk about the
Things Ryan
I finally got some sight (Sight)
I was blinded by the love but
Now I see niggas ain't right (Bitch)
Trust fucked up
You can't sit behind me with no
tek off ya panty (grrt, grrt)
My head gets hot, mad like Wiley
He don't like me, gyal wanna pipe me
Mek a man try me, Russ get lively
Corn, can
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