Lyrics:
[Verse 1:]
I got myself a gun
Brooklyn, stand up
I got myself a gun
but really, I dont need tha heat
ya heart pump project kool-aid(ya sweet)
I
us
Winchester in my window, that's my .30-30
Better watch what you get into in the dirty-dirty
We grow a little grass, we have a good time
We
pull up in your city
Get head and jump planes
Southwest rockstar, guns n roses
Bunch of heavy metal take a
Bullet to load this
Been a stiff nigga bet yo
to
Do these niggas dirty
Ya play tough I dare you
My goons, they balloon shit air you
Nah nigga I ain't trying to hear you
And I don't need no four pound
they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ Nigga in
things
Seen the eyes of many faces from New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is
your garden
But you love him so to this there is no quitting
Time to let go of every little thing please
When the king goes on vacation who naturally
a rat
Damn, n- switchin' sides on n- just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like government cheese
cows
Are a little late
And will be out of date by tomorrow
Her mother placed on virginity
Saying it was the holy place to be
For the things boys had
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
looks into the meadows
Blood dripping red from a rose
There's no where else to go
This man needs a miracle
His heart is flowing slow
Gun lying by
by the cover
How I was rose to raise hail
Try to stay at peace with myself
Most of my peers dead or jail
The police kill us to it's hard to win
man Bun B, what?
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you
people to spend ya money
Wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open ya eyes to
What's the f***s that's
they eyes
They say the truth hurts n***a
But I bet ull be fine
Cuzz the truth is n***a
They surrounded by lies
Im trying to find the reason
That they
broke
Sometimes I bust my guns for nothing
Just to let you know
Grown man with too much pride
I let them bullets fly
And I ain't fighting the only
Thing I
gun;
He pulled it out and smiled and then he sucked his thumb
His wife was standing by with a leather leash
Fastened to a child who cried beside their
shit
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
[Big Boi]
O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean
Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family
Pearl
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
John Studd, my middle name Mud
Dirty water flow, too much for you thug
They can't stand the flood, what up, doc?
Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd,
is dey game dont spit like mine
'n they aint got a different color wrist like mine
maybe a little later but its jus not time
u aint got to call wit
Faith fall
Into your arms again
Faith fall
There was no harm in it
This life ain't roses
without a little
Faith fall
When I was a younger man
Things
on concrete
You saw a rose growing outta Concrete
Even if it had messed up petals And some little seeds to the side
You will marvel at just seeing a Rose grow
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