Lyrics:
I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends
I been smillin' but I can't innovate
I feel that hurt but I can't explain it
I have been around with a player or two
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
burners, make the muthafuckin' beef cook
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture a nigga hidin'
My life in that man hands, while he jus' decidin'
Niggas bleed just
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that
to get hit. word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit
(what we stand for) justice and equality
All my boriquas
all about cheese, I got the nibblin like rats
Hop over da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know I mean bidness
Niggas
blocked by the knight at 12 O'clock
That's when the madness beings [echo]
So I start to focusing
My thoughts on the war
Cause the rule is the law [echo]
[Intro:]
Yeah
Ay
Ay
That's right
[Verse 1:]
Hopping out a drop appla'
Pants hanging to my ankles
Feel em hate from every angle
They intimidating
and that bitch, I'ma shoot, and that's the truth
My pistol piece up against the wig
I ain'ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig?
You
on some new ish
She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew
to me
I'm my own shooter, so I keep my pistol close to me
I know some niggas that'll kill ya if ya close to me
I know some killas, and I gotta keep em
GO
GET IT AND GO,
I DONT GOT DREAMS I JUST GET IT AND GO
(GET IT AND GO)
I PUT THE SHIP IN THE AIR WHEN I FLY BY
ALL YOU SEE IS SMOKE
(YEAH THATS THAT
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
[Intro: Killah Priest (Tragedy Khadafi)]
Yeah, pass that (word up, word up
Word up, haha, that shit feel good right?
Knowhatimean?) Yeah (Gem Star
to be
Told for glory
Back to back
My jams a hit
Like a hitch hiker being jammed by a giant lorry
Better be wary cos
I cud spot fakes from a mile or two
split
You niggaz bitches cranberry like a vodka mixer
Whippin bitches niggaz black, ass like a cotton picker
Bomb through debris - I'm holdin two pistols
O lord of mercy, guide us dearly
For we have sinned, and this street keep making us sinners
Keep my pistol close by my side, 2 rules in this street
support, you better not ask for shit
On my dead body
I remember wakin' up and seein' a dead body
And I can't go back on my word, that's on my dead body
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
C
Yeah
Uh
When you see me pull up on me you know how I get down
You bout that pistol play then play and let me show you I'm down
You shoot up
stay in my lane
One day you'll hear that 4way Mari
Be like, damn, look what the goat became
On bro
This the Intro
They turn they back up on a nigga,
joking
If I'm N9ne I keep that pistol smoking
By design to find your prime time if their eyes open
Sign of the times ain't dependent on the rhymes
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