Lyrics:
that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get killed by guns
?? the one that will kill you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's
Born with your back to the god
That spit you out on the riverbed
Angry at who? Me?
You better back up fool
I'll bet you took a gun to school too
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
ti di minus
Ku o nbe, gbes
Ama run [Ge, ge], emi gan mo ma la [Run ję bi ti titus
Ku o nbe, gbes
Ama la [Pelu ponran to gun bi ti python], awa gan lama
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la
yeah
He don't know what love is
My homie died by the gun, now I know what a slug is
Yeah
Now I ain't street, but I was, I sold dope where the club is
let it
Die
Even thou I- can't hold you I-feel you close by my side
I- am burying you deeply in my thoughts until I- die- from the depth of my inside
La
remix
Remix, remix, remix, remix
[Verse 23: Ja Rule]
n*gga one trick, one blood, L.A., New York
The Game, the RULE, one love, guns up
Hands down, can't
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
a thirsty river god
Silenced by her dam
She said, don't you talk to anyone
Suck your secrets down
She said this as she sang
Negro bembon
Tiene la boca
money lay ya
And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
They gun with a story to tell,
them haters, don't want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press
blood me seh, nuh bodda come inna mi way
This is why we hot, gangsta nuh play (ah Shmurda, Shmurda)
Shmurda dance ah mash up, Miami, L.A
Murda, woii
speaking the truth Cause he don't believes in lies
LA Legend with John legend Singing by ya side
In maybach on ya album cover Look at the sky
A G member
Yeah I swear I can't stop yeah
Yuh, I got a way with guns
Yeah yeah
I got away with guns
Yeah
I'm hitting up all my shots
Yeah yeah
I'm sipping dirty
Habibti dont try call me your darling
I dont do love im a full time mujuahid
Married to the gun and my sword im charging
Catch me a demon rise it
you ridin' in a Wraith
'Cause it's a stick up
Pay me what you owe me, that and then some
It's a stick up
Never dodge the smoke 'cause we got big guns
She also say mama ma coo saa
Never lyin', I'm a king though, Mu fa sa
La di da di, yep, we still like to party
Instead of Slick Rick it's Tekashi,
with the diamonds
Dancin', uh, yeah, yeah
(Dance floor with the diamonds dancin')
That's why you cop by them bags, uh
(yeah, yeah) in LA i smoke that
standin'
A reflex made me grab a cannon out a dyin' man's hand
Then I noticed that a car was runnin'
Sack of guns on the floor plus unmarked bills by
Gun man you want up inna you
Squeeze up you nipple dem
Written by Roger Cassup aka Razor B
Gun man you want up inna you
Squeeze up you nipple dem
Written by Roger Cassup aka Razor B
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