Lyrics:
Yuh, uh, aye, yuh, aye
Aye, I ain't coming around all you do is trying to hate
If I make a date, I know you won't show your face
Guns by your side
frozen get 'em all
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine
And all that bitchin' that you doing
I had ya kissin' this nine
Y'all niggas,
and gone
Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us
Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?
Was it some gangsta shit, that
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
And all you are is common, senseless
If you tryin to fight, I wont pick it like I'm on the fence
This ain't a conga line, guarantee you wouldn't wanna
Thank you very much Norm Bale and good evening everybody
This is our third in a new series, Saturday series of programmes
And we haven't even begun
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
D-Block (two guns up)
Call up Hood, hit up your hood
Skip up street
I grew up as a young dude, chilling wit
said this before in this same interview
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
Or persuade them by hook or crook
To get more aware
and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
Young nation just trying to get this
When
frozen get 'em all
Dingling medallions, all that glisten is mine
And all that bitchin' that you doing
I had ya kissin' this nine
Y'all niggas,
it's all red blood
I'm looney
It bugs me
Listen doc
All this sleeping on me is straight pissing off
Every ounce of blood so I'm out for blood
Saline's
boy
With a loaded gun
In his bag
There is a bag in my car
There is a bag in my car
And it's moving
Moving bag in my car
I don't know what it is
Or how
what time is
Cause I’m timeless
A six on every dice
We taking no chances
Play with a loaded gun
Russian roulette let it spin, let it
spin eh
Verse 1:
Ay
When you enter the harsh and
Rugged lands of Illy Philly
It was a quarter to one, friday night
Loaded up the guns, jump on the horn
Called up my son
sign you better run
Interloper
Have hard time with the locals fun
This shits bad for you
Like looking down a loaded gun
One up for NP
All hail your
house
We gonna do a little something like this...
Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let's proceed with lychin', yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now
the heat toted
And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
Now we connected
He said, "Mack, when you westsidin`
never sugar coat it
With my finger itchin' and my gun loaded
When the fire open, let it be your moment
When I shoot the sheriff if he not demoted, then
You lost more battles than you won nigga
I ain't never lost one nigga
You playing Russian roulette with a
Fully loaded gun nigga
And where the fuck is
bank account is zillion
Pretty Babies by my side
Yiee
By my side yiee
P3 kakra
Like waddle said (Yeahh)
Who says money ain't sweet
Sika y3 mogya
If you
line of fire
And you took your shot with a bullet that I'd loaded for you
But now that what's done is done
But you're the one holding the gun
You used
FACED!!!
Move it all you blaggards the sun is in the sky
All loaded to the gun wall the crew begin to rise
Quicken up your pace men before you taste my wrath
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