Lyrics:
to cut these hands free, cut a river through my veins
drowned out by this contradition
beaten back from your position
comforted by some fucking
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
life into the blink of an eye (eye)
And if you see your cloning on a street walking by (by)
Keep on running for your life 'cause only one will survive
a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger
I said, "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga
a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger
I said, "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
outta here, open the beer
Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get
Warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God - tell
place
That I got it from, fool
‘cause I know that I’m bored
By you hoe ass niggas, pull your triggers
I’m too hard to swallow
Watch your back, nigga
It's up, nigga
Yeah, you know me by name
You know me by name, you know me by gang gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know me by name (it's
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
the hammer and nails
Hair trigger, squeeze, blatt, send 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell
Yeah, if I had bazooka I'd blow this whole shit up
Nina take
pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go
With intimidation and fear?
But the warden pulled the trigger
And those deer hit the ground
He said Nobody'll
know the difference
And they both looked
by God, amen
Can't forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless
Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back boomin' smokin' bomb
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Make me so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my bitch, she know
for the deceased, like my partner Lil Reese
Trigger man beat the case we'll deal with that in the streets
Niggas sentenced to death by a sentence in
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
shit for some coke and get the fuck out of Dodge
Guess you figured that my niggas, flippers, pullin' triggers
News team crowd around, tryin' to flick
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
them, I'm still hoppin' out of foreign cars
I'm a born star and I'm a porn star
I catch you slippin' with triggers and really hit a nigga
By myself, I
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
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