Lyrics:
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
want to be my man)
(I wish this nigga make his mind up)
Can't live my life, tell you why
(All my niggas man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
I woke up one day and i said hey man
Imma take my gun with me just in case
If i need to protect anyone in my family
Even if its a random kid walking
on a scholarship
I finally got my shit together, I started taking music seriously
Then it started to kinda pop off a little bit, almost
Dear Gerald, 21, you
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
I've come too far, I've come too far, I've come too far
Don't gun me down, don't gun me down, don't gun me down
I've come too far, don't gun me
in the morning hearing gun shots
Really hoping that it fire works
In life we know how fire works
Play with it and you'll get burnt
Funny how their
with them guns at 21
He think he a savage
It's a common classic
No bigger picture just automatics
Another one in the system in a cell
Laying in a casket
Never loved hoes
Bitches always got issues
See me on my ones
But I'm walking with pistols
Tell them all come
My gun busstin' off missals
We goin' back
from these serpents
Live by the gun, I'll die by that murder, word up
Pillow for my head when I go to sleep (ayy)
Toast to the reaper when he come
Walking on the streets oh girl
White shoes and a black suit
Gotta keep moving because time goes by so slow
A bad feeling comes crawling
My head is
a Lil ain't nobody fresh like Will (fresh)
Or Rock like Rakim all talk no walking
Vultures ain't saying shit like Stephen Hawking (nah)
Attack compact
21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
some pep in your step, check the gun by the plaque on the shelf
Niggas capping and looking for help, if it's titles then I got the belt
Bitch, my
I'll follow
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy
In
it's gonna be alright, alright?
O-okay
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start
it's gonna be alright, alright?
O-okay
Meet Stan, 21 years old (look, give me a kiss)
After meeting a young girl at a rave party
Things start
, counting my funds
and walking on you bitch niggaz that run
I'm from
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
213 the gangsta clicc
21 motherfucking 3 nigga
All we do is
like azucar
Don't get hit by the big right bazooka
Now you march
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in
Don't get hit by the big right bazooka
Now you march
As go we to war with the gypsy king
Hear the roars as he walking to the ring
You're in the presence
a mistake
But we clarified
If you don't abide
Your entire life's at stake
See
This is the problem I face
Is it god or has he been replaced
By an old face
Carlos was born in killa cali
Was walking down an alley and caught a
Bullet in his head that left him bleeding badly
He lost everything at that
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