Lyrics:
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
like I live in mercury
You staying on my way bitch excuse me
Small cities in Texas I know shoot at the police like Eldorado
Laying on my bed on a sober
nuisance[00:38.70]I cannot stand this woman's stupidity[00:40.07]Can't do shit she has inability[00:41.33]Punched by your sis got hit with the fists[00:42.76]Powder is
along for the ride
Yes Ima shoot for the guys
Talkin down you finna die
Im 15 got big dreams
I was 14 feelin 16
Hadda come out witta 19 cuz these bitch
Tony andyou not sticking homie. The Caddy Stay Rolling. Streets I stay Roaming, but I don't condone this. Kids make better choices. Blinded by Rolls
got snake venom We got deadly shit but still gon' shoot by 22
Nigga on live Talkin' bout a 22
Glock gon' make him stumble Like the bitch had heels
the ghost of the guns
You'll die reborn and won't come back
Shoot remorse accept the light
Ill name this Glock a wholesome strap
'Moni Amoni why won't you
wild with my niggas we'll run around the hood just for fun
By eighth grade year we was trapping stacking ones, staying up for parties packing guns
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
the ladder , only to find a coupe of Jews
Thug city, grey sky
Black child fill sub city
Drug city, mug city , big gun city
Pull you out your V dub city
TB
green
Country boy with some beat up working hands
Country boy got a good mom and dad
Country boys God and guns all we know
Country boys support that red
I got two cups in my hand
Whoo whoo
I need two
I need two
I got two guns in my hand, two guns in my boots
Residue all on my hand, blood all on my
feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel
Getting threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their
on a vest
If my niggas going to shoot
They're going to shoot at your throat
Call her Aaliyah she's rocking the boat
She gives me a chance like I'm Biggie
Yeah
to!
Shoot you in BACK of your head right in front of you
That's what the gun'll do
All I do is son ol' niggaz on the W
All I do is make all newcomers
booty, got to saddle up
When she ride me, caution, danger
Walk inside the bar, start a fight
Shoot the piano player
Told me I'm a son of a gun, two gun
This AK47 made in Moscow (Made in Moscow)
All these dead bodies got me seein' strange things (Straight up)
Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
Pun keeps the guns cocked)
Yeah, and you don't stop
(We'll make it hot nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot)
Yeah, and you don't stop
It's
I done caused a few kids to be here by themselves
Lord I can't forgive myself
Merta for hire got blik in my belt
Pull-up onna nigga make em melt
I
got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop
Twin forty's, you ain't
but Choppo shoot like Larry... Bird[01:03.11]I'm in a 4 by 4 by 4 by 4 top 3 discussion[01:05.32]I just came down from up the hill this perk hit me like
I'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever TRU I'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If I come to a show I've got a hundred thugs with me
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