Lyrics:
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D g am
There's only one southern land
And he went by the name of william moore
Am em am
What price the glory of one man?
C f
What price
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
the fam
No guns in the back straight facts no cap
I'm like yeah yeah I'm bout it I show they route it
I roll up they out it man they post I crowd it
I said
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
gotta come and
Make that pick up
Dog, I hit your block in a pick-up
Jay Rock I'm me, a lion, a man, a
I do it by myself
With a hook and an uppercut
Doctor
straight as log
And he empties his gun at the dirty dog
And he's hit by the smell
Of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at
The turn
And I got shooters that'll shoot
When you live by the gun, you live by them rules (this how I'm feelin', man)
If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy
go get your Flit gun"
He says, "Which is the hippies? And which is the dogs?"
I says, "Beats the hell outta me, Roy."
What they was, was a bunch a'
a drive by
Bye bye bye somebody gonna die
This goes out to all of my n****s
All of my dogs who make major figures
Hold up your one or see me squeeze my
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every
clappin'
Two of my dogs fell, two of my niggaz ran
They was armatures in beef with a grown man
It taught me the lessons of how the strong stand
And how
open and the dog's off the chain
I be that youngin' with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that youngin' on the run after I pop somethin'
hard, I'mma get me (Laugh)
Ya heard me (Ya heard me)
The Black Grinch
If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in
The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
Signing contracts
ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time
know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
Bitch, I'm frightened to maybe get down
I don't need these guns now
Go ahead, cop a couple cup rounds
Go ahead, man, I'm a dubstown
Go ahead, take them
screwface
The cold is getting to him, don't hurt 'em, it's too late
Yeah, he just a dude with a dream
That been quashed by a system, wasn't built to succeed
going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog
What's going on?
Lied to by my homie bitch, dog
What's goin' on?
Fuck the world and let 'em die slow
I'm blowin'
guns don't mean nothin
Our scoreboard ain't leaving with nothin
Somebody goin nite nite
And ain't gone be me
Somebody gone lose they life dog
And it
to slaughter
Any man foreign daughter cousin shouting orders
A part of bloodline leaking from that gun powder
Sun flower and olive oil, tan browner
Hits louder
have to
Say every time and be swayed
By their insistence of what is
Wrong and what is right
Learn to trust your feelings (J-J-JOAT)
Ya zimme!
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