Lyrics:
everybody pay
Now I pull up with a tool that make everybody wait
Everybody told me I'd be dead by 21
By 22 I really had to go and get a gun
Never stand
at the summit ima take you up the highest
Driving gotta gun it cause I keep hearing sirens
My whole damn life I had enemies
But I run it up by any means
But
the project wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
By standing just outside of the limits of the law
On the face of human waste
The gun-thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,
While the children were smothered on the stair by the door.
Such a terrible sight I never did see
We
Rich say being poor is better
Most never been in a shelter
Making rules for others
When it don’t ever effect them
Greed is a sickness
I’m only 21
is for the gun Triggers
The noise bringers
This is for the gun slingers
Bell ringers
The bootleggers
And every day bangers
And all my hood hustlers who
watch,
Aw, that girl was trippin',
It's no fun, lost again,
To have your heart broken,
Greed is from a world that is built on hustling.
By the time
of the greed
Home of the slave
The place you got to die to know your worth
Welcome to America
The greatest place on Earth
I know we're trapped in the darkness
I
Carry a gun
About that life
Streets are rough
Full of trife
Inner city violence
And the great divide
Black and whites
Are just colors
In this program
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
all you want is wealth, they perceive it as greed
So as you loaded up that MAC and continue to bust
I was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a fuck
breed bleed like humans
Towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty
When I was young, just under 21
Tore my town apart by emptying my loaded gun
Into the atmosphere
Catching bodies along the way
Now the Lord can't
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
well I see children with a gun and I see children with a knife
Martin tell you likkle fool the golden rude boy it ain´t nice
Jondo stop dem Jah Jah
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Okay
In some ways
Someday's where I stay
It get crazy protect our babies yeah
They can't play
Catch strays from gun play
This shit is
Jimi hen's Gun
I washed up here beating lines drawn by greed and murder
I shot howling, broke the wall with Jimi hen's gun
What's up
People over
getting caught up with the gun
I could pull up in the hood, niggas get to whispering
Until I get caught like X, by someone just like Zimmmerman
Go
flicks in it
But I'm not a pornstar, I hit the OnStar
I'm tryna find me some wet
Pussy and a long jaw
Fantastic, I'ma damn bastard
21 guns like I'ma damn
even 26% of the American people, but 26% of the registered voters form a mandate ? or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy and 3, 4% voted for somebody
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though 'cause you don't really know
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
incarnate
Only for the purpose to mislead, what was once promising seeds
Are now destroyed and misplaced with mischievous weeds for greed
The purpose,
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