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Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness
Liquor piss, slit your wrists so niggas won't get pistol-whipped
Mo' niggas won't get pistol-whipped
jump off this ship
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
get whipped with the pistol grip
Ni**a talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis,
about me, Chief Keef, Juvenile, and Plies?
Forget the niggas who died and niggas got murked, forget 'bout Turk
I pistol-whipped a nigga for forty
Get gunned down, stomped an pistol whipped fool?
If not I sugguest you get the fuck up out the West
When it come to gun play
There's no contest
I
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
And them geek
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
cried and sobbed
Been robbed by a mob
But I rise to the top
Like a true underdog
Yea, I'm the one, a true underdog
Was whipped and flogged
And beat with
invited (where would I go?)
Pistol whipped a few niggas, he got indicted (where would I go?)
When you face a few years, it's time to fight it
I shook
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
he pistol whipped
I love my gun i'm pistol whip
Its straps in the car this a pistol whipped
Ima son of a gun i'm pistol built
You mad nigga i'm glad
I don't even know
You ran up like some bitch pussy whipped by some dog hoe
And I'm a poor stupid nigga you had to gaul
In love with this bitch who
whipped his face and he never talked that shit again
Breathing all this smoke I don't think my lungs need oxygen
Countin' by the stacks while your money
the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I
glands
(So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground
With two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol-whipped with a Mossberg
With
walked in the bank, and I start to get bold
Clutching that pistol grip
The teller was moving too
Slow so I pistol-whipped
The bitch, he was twitching
Bust
pistol whipped in to line
Tonight
If I had more time
Then maybe you'd try another life
But time flies and you're nobody
But money can make you a priority
bricks, they ain't shot no pistol, niggas ain't on a song wit Twista.
Hey...
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
bricks, they ain't shot no pistol, niggas ain't on a song wit Twista.
Hey...
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight
to their heads and said "shut up"
the nigga was big i watched this big motherfucker nut up
on the rampage both of 'em got pistol-whipped
the 9 was bloody so
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone
fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw,
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