Lyrics:
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
'Cuz my pops was killed by the fucking L.A.P.D
Yes they killed my daddy, yup they killed my daddy
And if I don't blast 'em back, you know they gonna
nigga? You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
(It wasn't, it wasn't me Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga,
their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
you'd slap me say money go get you some, uh!
Cause I was raised up by a G
Received my teachings from the queen
From getting caught with hella Ps
to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
types of horror
Never caught up in that bullshit
Divide and conquer
Riding for my homies means I’ll
Probably die a monster
I’m a certified mobster, La
Pedal drücke
Dann in deine Gegend fahre, die Gewehre lade
Den Mercedes parke, Feuerregen aus der Ak spitte, was Bitches?
Live by the Gun, die by
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Starin at the judge like what you talkin bout?
You told me to take and stick a gun in my mouth
See im a devil on the street from the serious ryme
But still
hurt
Some die by the knife
Some die by the gun
Some die by their word
Death by the tip of their tongue
Responsible for their own hurt
La di da di
Don't
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
drive-by?
T'es trop jeune gars, pose ton gun
Avant que ne sonne le glas
Où bien ne résonnent les pas de celui qui va te mettre au pas
Joue pas les
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
drive-by?
T'es trop jeune gars, pose ton gun
Avant que ne sonne le glas
Où bien ne résonnent les pas de celui qui va te mettre au pas
Joue pas les
a maniac but I keep control
I'mma roam with a gun for your booty hole
Tengo destreza mi don es bestial
Uso la técnica para liquidar
A todos aquellos que
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
(Krueshef)
Hos-pital street, LA Grange ah my
comme Biggie, je veux tous les évincer
G'Z UP c'est comme un drive-by
Je fais ce qu'il faut pour que la galère ne m'entrave pas
Fleur du Roi, comme les
where the bangers get caught
Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
Good weed, I
step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer dance
Uh, bitches dancing on a nigga when they feel the gun
I tell 'em we doing the hammer
Les problèmes sont en effet de taille
Mais est-ce qu'on peut les résoudre à base de drive-by
T'es trop jeune mon gars, pose ton gun
Avant que ne sonne
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