Lyrics:
little cousin Bubble swatches and carry a couple oxes
Keep a deuce, deuce by his ankle and get it poppin'
You know, we be the boys clockin' the grave yard
Little ones listen, learn from me, see, you could be the best
But sit in your room depressed and you'll never progress
My sister Dee-Dee was born
beatdowns, it ain't cool
It's bad enough we got it rough in society
Oppression and poverty, no need to be fightin
Each other, a brother hits a sister
Stan, 21 years old after meeting a
Young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy in
An upstairs bedroom once again
His conscience comes
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
Blinded by the dark of a thousand little furies, try to be the judge no thought of a jury
What can we do
I wish I knew
What can we do
I wish I knew
Is there
cotton off the fuckin' ground back then
Like you was on the plantation gettin' down back then
Aight, look
I see a black man aimin' his gun
But I'd
by is by the lost that kill bay base kids
So the gun is who my role model is, the illest crip in the biz
Look, I'm never half of my steppin', I never
Twelve o'clock — watch
Right off the bat lets take it up a notch
Chi-chi, that's my game with 21 cmerican shots
Too late locking up your latch
What,
feeling my vibe
I know that shit not right
Keep a stick by my side
Noly don't need no gun
But if you got one, then I got one
Got a bad bitch, she 21
Gun is Cocked and Fired
I'm King News and I come
To you with the truth
The mean streets took six
More lives overnight
All the result of gang bang
like scared little boys
Bombs bursting all around
Gun shots and empty rounds
And you're in the middle of it like a warrior
Stand tall you make us proud
This is revolution shit
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, hey
The year is 2020, the number
A little somethin'
of the words that were urgent oh yeah
This little girly wants to get to the action
Rob another bank and win a reaction
Didn't know she owned a gun
Didn't know
Roger Creager
They are little more than a few old guns handed down the line.
Once owned by my Nana and Papa, but now they are mine.
They've been all
If you live by the gun
You die by the same fate
So no gunplay, pops took toys away
Went over moms house, Cops N Robbers all day
(Righ) went back
He was so alone
He had nothing left
Little things that call for a drink
That bury a soldier's death
It's on days like these
When your sister cries
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
3 years older than me
Almost everyday we played Halo 3
I was not too great. But it was so fun
Still play today, I know all the guns
We bonded playing
wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother
Even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs
I just give the world just a little bit of magic
Put my mind to it yeah anything can happen
Keep my head up keep on grinding keep on stacking
Always
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
scream "su woo"
Make your little sister scream, "su woo", me and YG Hootie-Hoo, ooh
Frenchie, Juiceman, Gucc, Wooh, bet them boys gon' shoot, fool
Slim
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