Lyrics:
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
dogs are outside hunting any offenders out
Who's the man, who's in charge
When you see mace man bring no savage act
Hands in the air, just surrender
boxers
Or diagnose this mind with eighty doctors (uh)
Life's a box of chocolates, it's me, man
Machine gun money
you
We got guns in the side and guns in the glove
We got autos in the closet, got shotty under the rug
We all boys in the hood, dog we all good
Trippin'
But dog what are you gaining by standing there complaining
Cause last year you were making songs about you're famous
This year you're sneaking drugs
Yeah
So many sore losers keep tryna talk to me
Y'all need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me
Yeah
Thirteen thousand in Portugal, that's
Manmike, cut something on!
Man, they don't never let me
Get on nothin' dog
Man cut man cut man cut something on, man!
Man, hurry up though, before
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
better not run
Half breed you'd better get a gun boy
Better get a gun and stand boy
Better get a gun and stand
A man is a man as long as he can stand
call me man
Bitch dog muthaf-cker, you's a Pomeranian
They say f-ck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
And since my
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
more puzzled as the girl picked him up and dashed back to "The House of Sin". The dog, friendly by nature, mistook Kashchei's shouting and waving for
[Chorus]
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
dem enz till whole a dem gone
If you live by di gun you will die by di gun
Anyweh me go me hear the same duppy song
Bring badness a country yu life
that, though dog
But Yo know what I'm sayin'? I keep it gully though
Ad shit like that though dog
But I'm tryin', know what I mean?
Hold up, hold up,
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
Big ole heat ar-15 on me
I'm a young intelligent nigga, I was raised by real OGs
If I snap I put my dogs on your head boy say cheese nigga
I been
flamenco, so I take the train, como paella en barcelona spain
Next swing by the home, of Vasco da Gama, Lisboa portugal for a photo panorama
Over
guns!
They let their dogs loose in a fit of rage
Took little kids, put’em in a cage
Send money off, call it human aid
It’s Just a distraction that you
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
dying
Guns and trees are the only thing he sees,
He seeks for hose who are trustworthy
But find none, they were send by the rich ones
While he was
that, uh, uh, hangin' with my dog, dog, uh, yeah
Yeah, and this bitch wearin' rings, and this bitch with your bitch, got a gun with a switch
With my gang
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
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