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You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Giuliani might as well be merkin' n****s
'Cause the time
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun

[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
for Guns 'n' Roses 
Yeah! C'mon! 
Throw your hands in the sky 
And wave em from side to side 
And if you're in this life just gettin by 
Somebody
employees - and I'm here to teach the principle
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees

Man f*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm
why'all feel it let me hear you say
Heyyyeyyyeyyyyy baby bubba
Well he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean fah-ward

[Timbaland]
Check me out in my
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them

They got me fearin' the pen,
that cat for dead his body smoked out 
Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid 
I'm goin' all out 
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
bubba
If y'all feel it let me hear you say
Hey, baby bubba
Well, he caught me in my van
The gun shot men forward

Check me out in my black Transam dippin'
I'm not a boyz n the hood addict
Menace fanatic

I live the street life for real
So i can brag it
Pop gave me gun lesson back when i was a kid
Now
not a boyz n the hood addict
Menace fanatic
I live the street life for real
So I can brag it
Pop gave me gun lesson back when I was a kid
Now I fire
[Forte' - Chorus]
They Got Me killin with them
They Got Me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them

They Got Me
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys
Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
Hook x3 
[Big Chan] 
I'm still the greatest 
I'm pretty 
I'm still the greatest 
[Layzie Bone] 
And I'ma bad man 

[Big Chan] 
Hot child in the city
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
In a world full of haters stands a single group 
Who clearly separate themselves from the rest
These 3 men scale the ends
that cat for dead his body smoked out 
Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid 
I'm goin' all out 
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
that cat for dead his body smoked out 
Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid 
I'm goin' all out 
Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz 
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this

[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in
a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside