Lyrics:
hands
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
Tryna clean up
no time for holidays
If Santa ever comes around his gift my AK47
Heat 'em up like bread in an oven
Knew I was special the day I turned 7
This
don't see black owned in the window
It's on fire, start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain
go platinum"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash
Ironically uh you don't sound like you're regular, were gonna play this song
And then were gonna get the feedback from the citizens
Put him in the game or sit
know how quick karma come around but he wasn't scared
Sacrificed his soul in them streets like Illuminati
Now sellin' drugs and shootin' niggas, them
Julie, and this is the M-16. (GUNS.)
I'm shooting the MPK submachine gun. It's made in Germany, (GUNS.)
The MP stands for Machine Pistol. (THIS is a real
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy
little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin' hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an O.G
You ask about me, the young boy
own a body in the cape
He looked at me like I'm a G though
This was when he was in three door
To-lu, he come for his kilos
But he got a bag of them
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
man are blazin' the guns.
Just look how this United Kingdom has come,
Within the council estates where man'll fight over crumbs,
We got young single
[Chorus 1:]
Clap your hands this evening, come on
(Scratching), this is for the homies(4x)
(Rodney O)
I'm Rodney O and I'm back, on a track
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggas in the southside down wit us
Fifth
hear it as doing good deeds
Being detrimental in this world we live in, so much so
That it could potentially remove you from it prematurely
Penned by
extreme makeovers (woo)
Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now
Wear the wrong color, catch a Rodney King beatdown
Kids hit with
bitch I'm too paid
Nut in her mouth make it look like some tooth paste
All of this ice man I'm feeling like 2 chainz
Beat that boy up I ain't talking no
where they call cowards fags
What is this world we're living in? Giving in
To political criminals inhaling chemicals
Barely presentable, spitting one
Rodney
Feel like the king when it come to this rap thing
And if I don't have a mic I'd probably crack things
A post star night serving things to crack
in
Call this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)
Like the shade in these windows
Smoke gray, ladies go mental
But no way they can see in though
the
Lawtons and seizes Deadshot it's over
Deadshot i don't want to do this
In front of your daughter
He gets a gun from his boot
Batman punches him in
The face,
On the run up from feeling
Like a fuckin fuck up I fear if
I never hit the come up
Bitches gonna run up
Say I told you so
I'm put in a position
Not to listen
threaten me and I will fight
I Stay strapped and there's no doubt
Come Fuck around and you'll find out
Fake news debunked all the lies
About the gun into
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
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