Lyrics:
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
and do your next best, mi end you distress, mi lay you to
Rest, askel 45, New York gun take, well talk if you vex, try and jump in
A mi chest, so Mr.
Back stabbers in tha mothafuckin' place
Smilin' in my face
I got my hand on my gun
'cause they got me on tha run
Spice mutha fucin' One
I'm for
Yeah, growing up on the Saints Row
With decked out guns and cars
(Decked out guns and cars)
Whenever we roll by
Everyone knows who we are (Knows who
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Jump out of the sunroof of the 540i
Shawty grind on me
She tried to get me for my shine
Put the 9 on me
demonstrate it
Cut out anyone who fuelled by blind hatred
Surround myself with like minded
back-stage chilling with the greatest
From day one, graft is the path
by an invisible line
Take a jump, explore the oceans
Dive into these brains in brine
I love cats, I don't like dogs
Don't like anyone who jogs
have anything to say before the court goes any further?"
Me jus' say
Me never bring no gun that day, Your Honour
Me never bring no gun that day,
halen je kwijt
So don't run (ssh shh)
Jump on a ride met waps on side
Die mannen van daar zijn geen partij
Jump in die hooptie let's drive by
Ren
ignorant fools
Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule
Verse 1:
Me and my man contemplating
We got some shit make you turn around
We got some shit make you jump around
I got a gun that been never found
Big choppa on me and it's very loud
I'm
bitches trying to poison me
Niggas who kilt loyalty
Set me up, vested up my move accordingly
I ducked ice picks and ice sticks by cops who rookies
Hard
ball on a budget
Diamond walking I could cop about 30 J's
I'm not a rapper by chance
Cocoa-butter kisses to the jam
Why you rapping nigga cos I can
She
I wanna live in a bus
I ain't a stick in the mud
I miss a call
She want her company run
(Ooh by me)
Give me my chance 'fore you run into guns unload
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
now It's like a few hundred thou When we run up this guns 2 stomach
style Got to flaunt it now Nigga who want it blawgh
Ride for this
Where my
terrorists with radical views living among them
Who would even gun down Muslims
Who don't have radical views like them
It's Jihad on steroids
Let's tell
All my niggas who pump
The spirit'll jump out and grab shit
Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets
Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
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