Lyrics:
Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it, we gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh
[Chorus: Shyheim]
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
run di game like peloton
Show up to yuh spot murder everyone
I murder niggaz a lot I'm a savage like 21
I'm from Kingston I buss big guns I buss big
out
First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
bloody meat
Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him
So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him
Load up the Uzis, turn
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
man[00:21.16]Shout out to all the mandem, let me talk my shit[00:23.94]I thought I would have had it figured out by 26[00:26.68]I got humbled and I'm here tryna
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
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
know me as a fighter jet
Ball king, dive in with my (?)
Bout to feel five for real, never swept
21 gun salute for the soldier
For my fallen soldier
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that
war, war
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon'
as drawings
Was it worth it for you to be king when the thrill is gone
CHORUS X2
‘21 Grams’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
I wonder what
some numbers
I'm feeling like Pac without all of the guns
I still got em tho
Stretching the chops like a butcher, yeah
Alchemy got me surrounded by pots
make
Her do what it do
I'm chopping real game, other niggas is goose
And when I pass by the bitch
She gon' know we the truth
We brought base in your
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
so faded
It's where I belong. For real, I'm not wrong
Being picked up and played with by tongs
I'm in the outback wearing my thongs
This is my city,
I just need a bad bitch
Ion really need no label
I'm 21 live Savage
So it ain't no place I can't go
And I ball like Magic
But she balling out like
invented. It was directly inspired by guns, specifically, Samuel Colt’s Revolver. It borrowed not only its barrel mechanics, swapping bullets for exposures,
to the top
Dedicated to my craft
So I'm never gone stop nigga
I did it by myself
Yup
I'm really out here posted on the block
By myself
For real
I didn't fix my
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