Lyrics:
gun go getta bigga gun
Hit the road came back wit 3 bricks Inna pick up truck
Fuck it they done let us inna door now the jig is up
Like ya can't count
We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
How are you doing?
All right
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ?
Ruthless, my
angel got a devilish look
I know just how them felonies booked
I hit the shower right next to my room
Wit the door off the hinge
Had to place it
everything n me not to slice a nigga brain
It took two hours upon my release, leaving the jungle i'm back to the streets
Thinking bout blu followed by a big G,
pretty hot
'Cause he knowin that Tecca Ninna's a dirty chopper
He's handle, holmes, here's a handful
How in the hell he hovering having hella go H.A.M.
call my phone
Banging my Jack won't get you on
Play your cards right and just go with flow
I hop in the booth
And im ready to go
They call me the brat
me right by the heat
The glock, two shots, three shots they screaming
Then someone said ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreaming")
I said, "Yo dreaming?
in the doors to their cabins and putting guns to their heads in front of their children.
Why!? Who was the enemy in this war? Not the communists!
I seen em shootin in the alley, bullets hit the pavement, next the brick right on the house. It got me freakin out. But if I show it then I'm fucked.
taking care of all the latest weapon-tech-toys
You'll do pretty well, escape today's living hell while the Feds will be guarding your door
They'll stop
glass the bullet brings it to dat ass
Bastard, you talk faster, my gun buck faster
I jet, faster the next L sparked
Undastand
Heltah Skeltah only
the south, the deep south
Oh shit, my bad
Not even close huh
Nah hahaha
You aight
Ok
So you're like down by the border
Way down
Where the Meskins are at
Hell
like he D-LO bitch
Call my FN Fred Durst, it'll leave ya Bizkit Limp
Left em "Knocking On Heavens Door" on my Guns N Roses shit (Aye)
Bitch I'm
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
jerks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists hit
views and some likes
Catch him broad days on sight on channel five by tonight
We checking niggas no Nike
All these hoes love rosé they gone fight
Yea yea
you black though, you work hard and never live in a castle
You get called the N-word by an asshole
Cops harass they trying to dismantle
So lil Tommy
the location of they stash house
Say, only like 3, 4 niggaz be there at night
So, we robbing them
Shit, hell yea, My niggaz is ready to go, You got them guns
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
listen for the sirens
'Til then we pray
Skeletons
Marching army
Guns
Drop your feet
I'm scared
I'm Duke Ellington
My mother said there'd be days
that i don't know
yeah alright mmh yeah
and leave the door wide open
for time will be coming round to pass
it always does yeah alright yeah mmh
lay
, and I quietly went inside
When I heard two voices in the bedroom
I said “Oh God.”
I opened the door, I went inside, I gazed right into their eyes
My
your fascination
Hell is the name, two guns that look the same
Frame of thought change, first we live then we abort
Cloth Polo Sport, catch a nigga
at the mirror
Reflect deep but I'll never drown from the terror
Existence material, gun in hand I pass by
Missed the ethereal, burial be my last rite
Do unto
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