Lyrics:
coast
Draw fi mi bible yes mi best verse
Select mi pants select mi best shirt
Who jah jah bless nuh yet nuh flesh curse
Nuh wan see nuh gun nuh knife nuh
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
stop by the gun safe
'Cause I got so many I could sift through
We don't beef on Facebook or tweet the playbook
'Cause we really gon' come get you,
Chrystal
Said he got him an issue and I owe him one
So he need to hold onto the pistol
As i left from the trap stopped by the gun safe
Cuz I got so many I
nice
My pursuit is like Master Ace rollin' dice
Who precise? Check the visuals, we leave no residuals
Individuals makin' gold diggers miserable
So
coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full
right off (yeah)
Heartbeat drop like it a jump bungee
Dem don't got guns like these
Dem don't got thugs like these
We run these streets with trees
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
momma gave me wings
Papa taught Jumps
If I don't step up to the scene then I might slump
I feel This gun up to my teeth and it might thump
I'm running
a good time by snappin your necks, come on
[Chorus 2: Ghostface Killah (Rare Earth sample)]
(I just want to celebrate) Like my baby's first steps you
the smell resonate, never hesitate
When it comes to puttin' food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
materials and infect us so that they can easily control us
Yes, these agents are supported by dictators and Iranian intelligence and people who kill people
Caps with the slogan spoken by a broken man who never truly gave a damn & who don't understand
That people dying as he sitting in D.C
All I see is white
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
at your door
Your revolver took down many of '90's lords
Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your floor of a tribe called cocoa
Smif-N-Wessun
Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind
Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline
Test de sound
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
him, you next
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with
the rules
I blast on niggas so -
- my fist never bruise
Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues
Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very
Look forward
gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve
If my gun jam, you niggas'll
not really fun
'Bout to save myself jump the gun
Early morning
Shit I got nothing to do
The day already getting boring
Gimme a reason not to fuck with
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
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