Lyrics:
came with a 4x (yahhh)
Bitch if i shoot its your turn like a door nob
Bet i wont miss if i shoot with this 45 (yahhh)
Fuck on your bitch then relax
ahhh
mek mi fight di fire wid di fire.
run up pon dem & in a second I'm gone.
all mi need is a getaway driver fi shoot poverty pon di corner.
wah mi
living that life for real
Running down shoot em broad day
We killing on sight for real
We spinning on blocks for real
We spinning on blocks for real
Hop
strong
Stand up and shout
Get me back on the road
Just shoot me up good now
Stand up and shout
Scream it across the world that it's all done right
You
oh, oh tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down
She wanna fuck me for commas
I got them racks in abundance
I got the 40 I shoot it
My nigga we gone make a movie
From the future I'm so groovy
You
bitch
Put that on baby bitch
Ooooh
I'm bout my digit yeah
Big B Whip the whip
Just a Beamer yeah
Make it seem Like a scene
Shoot a movie up
Eyes
and shoot niggas for no reason (aye)
All my niggas demons
All my niggas fucking feigning (aye)
I might fucking pull up and shoot niggas for no reason (aye)
me
But before you can taste, spill the coffee over
Cupid shoots you, right back of the head
Cupid shoots you, right out of my head
I don't want
Stars
Stars
Stars fall down They have arrived to pick me up the ground Shoot me out in the interspace
Intro
Kresenda (x 3)
life ender,
Kill dem
Verse 1
Squeeze trigga fast,
badness mi endorse,
Murder no remorse,
Leave them in the past, yeah,
Me shoot
Bitch, I'm Young Borleone, can't fuck with no dirty bitch, uh
And I served my favorite uncle my first goop stick
Haha, yeah, facts
Uh, .223 shoot like
Don't you lose, don't be afraid
This battlefield is where you'll stand
When evil turns its ugly head
Shoot first or you will be dead
Far across
someone else
And all they're trying to do is keep you quiet and small
Oh I'll drive you safe into the nightsky
They'll shoot the plane we'll die in Shanghai
niggas, cowards
Say you gon' kill me, I doubt it
Lil nigga want Ana, I got him
Fuck around and shoot your house up
I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Fuck
Geweld (Violence)
Chorus 1
I hear the thugs shoot violently/ stab violently/
I hear the thugs hit you with belt buckles/ hide the money/ X2
Don't you care about me anymore?
Don't you care about me?
I don't think so
Six foot tall
Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead
He won't
Don't you care about me anymore?
Don't you care about me?
I don't think so
Six foot tall
Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead
He won't
tonight
You shoot, you lose
The time has come and you're all alone
And you know you're not dreaming
It's heaven's door, you're ringing on the bell
shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
Line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground
threaten to shoot
Put a gun in my mouth an' threaten to shoot
Put a gun in my mouth an' threaten to shoot
Put a gun in my mouth an' threaten to shoot
the trigger
Pull the trigger and shoot around
Pull the trigger
Pull the trigger and gain your ground. (oo)
Torches light up the night
The hounds bark in
each give way.
Don't shoot the messenger,
The postman delivers Truth today.
And Truth will march in Birmingham
It will block the tanks in Tiananmen.
Put
My young niggas turnt on the drank and the molly
And they gon' shoot anybody
Turnt on the drank and the molly
All my niggas get retarded
I'ma stay
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