Lyrics:
Aye
TheNiggaFrom0982
Gun
Aiyy aiyy aiyy
They call me king
I'm just A lil boyy who was raised by the streets aiyy
I'm doing things
Check out my
Dead Image in the flesh, I be scared for people,
Who is you? Cause I barely need you,
If it's all for the fame, I can't save my people,
Now you want me
2588
Jump down
Run out the, run out the town
Get a gun, strap up, safe from the sound
Somethin's not right with this crowd
How does it keep getting
Aye, aye, aye,
Dead man walking finds redemption, I'm on EagleView (what?)
Seeing everything, Make those boys jump like kangaroos (okay)
What you do,
nondescript
When something bright is on your wrist
Like you repping the bionic six
Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire
I'm an idol, niggas is
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
when they jump in your mentions
Cross here, get a gun wit' extensions
Exit and run home like you swung for the fences
'Cause they all talk, baby; you
fantastic four
Break bread together, we grew poor
My niggas ride together who want war
Street doctor, drugs and needles
Street drama, guns and evil
invented. It was directly inspired by guns, specifically, Samuel Colt’s Revolver. It borrowed not only its barrel mechanics, swapping bullets for exposures,
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
inches?
First time I loaded the gun
Felt wicked, what happened next
I can't put it in lyrics
Before you jump in the car
Just ask yourself are you really
Shut da Fuq up
Gotta smoke one real quick
Aye
Aye
Gotta roll me a blunt for the remedy
I've been getting that cash since 17
And I get to the cash by
then
Jump on the bandwagon and
Copy number one
Never mind the corruption
The injustice or the guns
I'll take this platform and ring truth to the show
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
Getting my facts from a Benneton ad
I'm lookin' through African eyes
Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire
I've got a face, not just my race, Bang
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
your section automatic with the weapons
We gone drill cause we steppers
We get ill if you test us Heyy
All black my attire
I don't need it
Jump in
while I'm copping over this game to pinch a loaf
Now homie, who's your favorite pain in the ass?
Who claims to be spitting the same flames as me? I'm
Ooh-mm, yeah
Living and dyin' by my name, yeah hello?
Jay Trench jump, jump, jump, jump
When I call, she come
When I call her, she come
When I call, she
off their walkers
Let them walk again and run and speed up
I come from a place where superheroes meet up
The X Men drinkin' tea watchin' chicks with
and I see allusion
If I think that its smoke im a jump to conclusions
You know this shit deeper then music
Bitch you know that we started the movement
Big guns big sticks
Jump out and we blick shit
100 in the drum boy I'm guaranteed to hit shit
Kids game squid shit
Must see can't miss this
Drive by
as the sun
Just like Steve Austin I stun
On a roll like a bun
Never been toting a gun
I am just here to have fun
So who got the nerf ones
Need a swift kick in
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