Lyrics:
Gullah when I pull up
Young bull all about a come up
If I gotta have a dream, I'ma take to extreme
I'ma make it by the ballot or the bullet
This my
shot my shot and you know that I wet that
Major comeback from a lil setback
Come up boy
You can fuck around and get your whole damn set clapped
Just for
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
Luther King
It was just one shot
Through the kitchen window
Just one or two miles from here
If you fly like a crow
A bullet came to visit a doctor
[INTRO]
Yeah
Dead Crows
Trill
[CHORUS]
Pull the trigger put a bullet inside my chest
How the hell am i so broke and far from success
I aint
lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
You on side
you live by it you gotta die by it too
You ain't never had enough work that
You could supply a group
So cheap, that everybody and
They momma buyin' too,
can't slide or let it go
Got you lookin through the peephole, we shoot bullets through your door
Do I gotta kill again to prove to you I ain't no ho
Fuck
This can turn any metal into gold well, yes
I I have already found the
Secret to this powerful force
I would like to show you how this
Principle
or your neighborhood bar
Big, fat budgets for the DEA
Make drugs high-profit in the USA
Prisoners packed liked cans on a rack
Stopped by a cop if your skin
Well I said honey you don't know me
But I feel like I know you
Do you mind if I come in
It'll only take a minute or two
And by the way, I really
Inch by inch, row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row,
young
Your Dad's pet crow pecked aimlessly at the yard
You asked me for some help to restring that old guitar
(For) every story bought and sold, one
the street
Youth take heed
'cause the bullets flying in the street
If you sow bad seed
Your garden will be overgrown by greed
Youth take heed
'cause
Lite you like a hookah cuz you fuckin up the vibe
It's time for you go boy gon head and slide
What happen to the boy shit he fuck around and died
Love
way
They say safety is twice advised, we cuss, you cut, you run and hide
I lost, we must omit despise, like yeah, yuh
I think we'll take this for
Take a bullet to the brain
I would run with ankles sprained
If I could stand by your side
Yes I would run for you
But I will die for you
Well I would
my hand
I'm searchin' for the answers, God
Come and take my hands
God, come and take my hands
I went from bein' a farm boy
To bein' the farm boy
With
We in a zone too loud
To hear how
All of this sound
Some might call it
A dome
I might call it
A crown
Bullets hitting crows
Til they all fall down
out in Norway
I'm smoking like a church
What you heard, watch your mouth or get hurt
Tonight your eating crow bitch, bite the bird
Fuck Visine
Let em
I'ma let em have it, take em for a ride, damn he wants to make me set it off
I'ma bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts we never
brains in the bathroom
Army of zombies
Dawn of the dead
Ate all the bath salts
Why you never heard of me
Heroin bourbon Percocet
Was in a constant state
the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for
First family style! Its deep
You catch us on these beats
But we should never be disconnected from
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