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'Cause she a fashion killa and I’m a jiggy nigga

I set em rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max
By bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags
She
Beat it in a month or two, leggo

All I got is trouble, most you niggas know that
Pistol's in the duffle anybody lookin' for 'em
Who want some? (Who
Beat it in a month or two, leggo

All I got is trouble, most you niggas know that
Pistol's in the duffle anybody lookin' for 'em
Who want some? (Who
[Chorus:]
Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't ready to roll nigga(put down that 45)
Don't wanna see you with no pistols if you ain't
disappear
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin' information to the feds
The burnin' bed was the tellin' sign
Fill 'em up with pistol smoke
Never forget to blow a hole in his head
For leakin' information to the feds
The burnin' bed was the tellin' sign
Two
On someone else's palm they read
You holding my two hands
Is really all I need

I can get by if it all fell through
Right down to the bottom of my list
I
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time
Maggie Creek Road
With a boy lookin' like that
He'll tell ya thangs that you wanna hear
And they'll be no turnin' back
There's an oak tree down by the lake
We let 'em burn nigga, we let 'em burn nigga
(All these niggas want be hot boys) We let 'em burn nigga

[Verse Two: B.G.]
Give me a can of gas,
motherfucker flopped
On the ass first up by the 44
Flatline ambulance put him in the door
Loud screams from his homies yellin' Imma smoke 'em
Feelin bad
garden you've been drinking
Fool outta water

Lookin' for a new technique
They'd never believe I throw my weapons down
Another page turn of the book
[Layzie Bone]
Now I sound so raw, cos I'm down by law, 
Trying to play me cos I'm rapping I will break yo jaw, 
Catch a nigga in these streets
that 6-2 sideways
Pissin' off the neighbors scrapin' bumpin' in the driveway
You gave me the pistol told me to kill at will
(Blow, yo, oh no)
(I couldn't
sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal

Niggas lookin' at me, pa, but I'm packin' a pistol
Fuck, kicked out, bitch, I'm tearin this
grin
That had that little secretary 
Dialed right in
She wasn't lookin' at me, man
she was lookin' at my feet

[Chorus:]

It's these twenty-two
[Verse 1]
I'm hot enough to make your skin bubble
Packin a Smith & Wesson
Uh oh, trouble, don't say nothin
You can tell that I'm evil
By
my pistol and my khakis
Never ever thought I would get, got

So I grabbed the fo'-fo' with the thirteen, shots
Hunted him down, like an animal
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain

[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no
to eat?  You form material needs

The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off
by stickin' up n****z, make them take they jewels off
His
increased
I'm kicking down the black door, put 'em up

[Chorus: x2]

Now don't show it if you ain't goin' share it
Fuck around and get your pistol
don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bullshit nigga quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess
don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bulls*** n**** quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a n**** down in his own mess, don't mess