Lyrics:
and then u close to finish. N if I’m close to finish, yo lips wud get ta sippin. Oh how u knew I never knew but shit my head was spinnin. I almost hit
of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me
Keep they fingers on triggers
Let's roll wit' a pistol I get out of control
It's your family I put on rows, front row
gone shoot, we don't run
holla at the bros hit the road with the gun (gun) yeah
Whole lot of racks on me
She mad cause she can't get a piece
All a n
they get litty Off that hen or rum
Lil bro get ta' fighting nigga fuck that shit Go get A gun (Grrr)
She don't fuck with that nigga pillow talking Said
the light, of a stray moon
It's gettin' deeper now, let me get yo' mind right
F*** yo' enemies, n**** grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night
Murder murder
regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back,
of the Chaos
Tell'em we bust'en our shit at the mayor
If he get caught up there's nothing ta save ya
Gauge a spray ya break ya down to were
In front
when I see `em, it ain`t no question it`s all the way on
But I`m a wait in front of they momma house
For that one n**** to get home
And when I gun
A T-L-A-N T-A, I can do this all day
See LA put me on
Then I cracked up on that come on
Anything that run up get done up
All of the girls in the A got
That
make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe
That don't stay fly, I get fly too
Trying to hop out of line, put a n**** in his place
Serve up his chest,
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
ain't with the talking, nigga get active
Tryna catch a pussy n*gga slipping in traffic
Fresh out the pot still dripping when I bag it
Never had love for
to get it got to get it
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
oh)
(Eh oh, eh oh)
The world don't stop
Keep my guns pop guy
In my hood we get beat up by the cops
C'est la vie
The blocks too hot
We tryna
takes gun
As long as you pay me shoots HA!
I I 'm gonna drink my tears tonight point
I'm gonna drink my tears and cry
'Cause I know you lcve me, bcby!
I
Vibin some shii on this beat
I'm feeling like I'm a beast
Money makes me undefeated
Shout out to my bro fitness
Playing the game like a ludo
Filling my
Gang
I don't gotta' post my gun
You know I'm hard
Stay on your toes
I caught him off guard
Hop out the whip
Just me and zar
Run that nigga down shoot up
high in here
(Light it up)
Yeah she taking off her clothes, getting hot in here
(Get hot)
N***** gun model flexin', get popped in here
(Why you doin'
Lil mama she a goner
Been told you I could be the one
Been told you, Been told you I could get it done
Young fly n***a finally got it out the mud
So
when can take it to the guns
Cops comin then I'm blazin that them,
They wanna put me in the cage here they come,
Mother fuckers don't be playin Wea I'm
pen and my pad right there, saved me
Poured out my heart right there, safely
Cause police with guns out there, save me
Save me
We just trynna get
on wristwatch n****, tic toc big money on wristwatch n****
Imma do it like I wanna, do it like I’m suppose to, do it baby stick like a gun in a holster
Imma do it
on a trench coat, wig and some goggles
If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow
I'm in there, I den dared the police couldn't get me
But I made a slip up:
and get dropped, I think they findin' out I'm slimin' out
Got that four-nick cannon get to wild n' out
Catch him in his grill and make the doctor pull
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