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think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford

Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
That's how it
think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford

Like a child when his toys have been stepped on
That's how it
said...

We are not groupies! You better understand that!.. I told Robert Planet, I told Elton John, I told all those big guys...

Robert PLANET?!

We are
And sometimes I even dig it with a jack-in-the-box ring job
But howie, we are not, we are not groupies, howie
I told robert plant that
I told elton john
I told
the drugs and thugs meet 

Yo  I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks 
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox 
Rhyme excellent kill 'em
the Reaper awaits your fate with your soul on his finger

Nigga you can't retreat
When the Mobstaz greet you with bullets like Robert De Niro on Heat
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my
hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Still on that grass like
John
hot
Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks
Fuck a playa hater, cause I was all about real niggas
Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce side
and just shoot the thing
I used to have this theory, keep three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got
hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
I'm whiskey in a bottle now

Still on that grass like
John
showtime - gimme
I spit poison like a black snake bit me
Guns up in the E-Class, D's can't get me
My foot is a 13, 12's don't fit me
My heart is cold
when the guns spill
Feel them handcuffs, get put away for months
But, that's what nobody wants
Being done in the pen, right to the end
But nobody
if ya'll bout it
For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert

One, two, when I exhale, the one-two
Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q.
can see the venom by
My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly energized
Been
fucking money
But he didn't even shoot
He must have didn't have no bullets in the gun no time to think
I'm steady pullin' I blast for the driver
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen he was boastin, "La Vida Loc'in"
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard 
 Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur 
 Beef over, I blew him like
Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen that was boastin, "La Vida Loca" in
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen he was boastin, "La Vida Loc'in"
In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
It was
Go and find me or hidin', with wine and Bacardi 
Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost 
I'm gone in the wind 
My momma keep on tellin' me
out by disease
You aint gotta enough bullets in your gun, man please
We're gonna live forever

[Tonic]
let me spit this like lama
And throw
on the trigger
Like John Wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real 

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