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[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns

as drawings
Was it worth it for you to be king when the thrill is gone

CHORUS X2


‘21 Grams’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson

VERSE 1

I wonder what

Eulogy say when you die young: "A spirited chimp but you're quite dumb
Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun
Two weeks passed

the faith of Islam
Meditatin' on my burdens as I pray to Allah
To keep my head high through the hoopla
He surrounded by the wolves and a pool of sharks

already yelled as loud as I did
And you didn't like it

So while we can still have fun
And until we're on the run
And live by the gun
In the light

it's brought to you by many people
You're sheep, and the wolves have been hidden midst the evil
Standing hopeless, like in the path of a solar flare
Wake

The night itself touched me with great love
And it ravaged all that fucked me up
These dead baby eyes melt glass toys in sight
A girl becomes a gun

Yeah, I know just what you need
Is another song by a man who looks like me
We need new voices on the line
In politics, in rock-and-roll, in darkness

yelled as loud as I did
And you didn't like it

So while we can still have fun
And until we're on the run
And live by the gun
In the light of the double

hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I

twist with it  
Spread your wickedness 
Sometimes I don’t wanna sit with it 
Ive been bitten by so many vampires 
It’s hard not to turn into it 
I just

All of the dogs think they alphas till the day they meet the wolves
All of you Bustin for clout but really you ain't even got no pull
All of the dogs

Hard Life

Mobb Deep

Filthy America...It's Beautiful

2016

(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)

100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that

the rank
I don't care if you know frank
All your talking is poppycock
It's all insured by Plymouth Rock
I'm spitting hit and runs
Ask ghost I got a Tommy gun

Surrounded by shooters I feel like the Nets
Got 3 hoes all on me I’m feeling like Press
Pasto beating my chest like Jett
Fuck it I’m tryna catch flights on jet

Quick to Back Down

Nas

Blazin' Hip Hop and R&B, Vol. 2

2004

shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your

the leader
Straight out the mud, now I’m cleaner, I'm smoking on tree to tree like a lemur
Gotta keep all my guns on me cuz' they won’t fight me one on one

the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up

Speed by we might crash yo city
Felines me i love some kitty
These rhymes they go silly
So fye, She might think i'm witty
Dont mind me i'm up i'm spinning

By any means necessary 
Real men make money 
Real men make money
Thought life was a joke 
Thats until i turned twenty 
Thats until i turned twenty

showing my cruel man
When I spit they be like true man
The kick like Spirytus 192 proof and
All the bitches calling me Wolve man
Young flame on this track

grraahh
Screamin’ every body K
Better check in when you spin ‘round my block
Or get sprayed
Watch how I step on dis bitch
Black Wolves we gon' take over

an under 21 wrist bangle just hanging on my wrist
We were on the other side of the red lines
Where the bodyguards don't miss
There was an ice full of bucket,

the twisted realm, and I came to represent
For all the rap styles that charged, came and went
Here is freedom
You dance with the wolves, I dance with the trees