Lyrics:
trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put 'em down them dope
I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
some sense, down 'side my bones
And even though it don't show
Those guys are so old
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms
to gun fire
N*ggas be hating don't know why
If the b*tch gone go then let her go
Why you saving a ho that's not yours
I keep it on me nice try
Soon as he
of prosperity the better politician
Always puts America first
Regardless of any circumstance just remember
That you're not the only one in your country
You have
how you know we mean business
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This is the life, nigga that's the life
Guns n
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
What you wanna talk about
I dont wanna talk it out
Try picking another rout
My stiff arm will walk it out
I lost faith and lost my ways
Too caught
though
And next time we in some s*** n****, you will know
See I'm pushed to the point that I put something down
And I stand over your head, like look
so you stand
With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma fuck you
so you stand
With a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand
But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it, punk, and I'ma fuck you
engine
Purrin' through your neighborhood
Let my money do the talking
I ain't gotta say I'm good
Homies that'll gun you down
I ain't gotta say I would
the kitchen
Put guns in niggas mouth
Like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who you was missin
Nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain
Or one
I wanna talk about a sound, a voice, a freedom, rejoice.
I can't stay silent while you take away our choice.
The guns, the armor, the gossip,
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
get smashed by the drop top
'Cause you got the wrong colors
On the wrong block
Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide
'Cause the rebel boy won't be
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
as a flower
You drew your gun but the pencils broke when you got to the trigger
Trigger your mind
If you panda I’ll put bullet in your designer
In
between us
Girl you so confusing you must be from Venus
I think I wanna memorize your features
If this was high school, I’d wanna meet ya by the bleachers
Have you ever heard the sound of a .44, at your door?
You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh)
Meet me at the corner store
After school, wild
100 rounds
You can be big and get killed by a kid with 100 pounds
Tell me N***a how it sounds
In the wrong town don't be play a clown
Or they'll put you
overnight
Let me hold ya, put me arms up around ya
Ooh, I know o
(Ooh, jelly, you ready to party, you ready, you ready) ooh
Let me hold ya, put me arms
go
That's how you make a statement that they should quote
I seen death around the corner
And I lived right by the corner store
I'm a Hot Boy, I'll
with me (Rose City)
If you tryin' to jam it's Rose City (Rose City)
I'm not tryin' to chill in the back
We want the cheers and the claps
We go a fool
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