Lyrics:
the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche
that kid with the pump shot gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You
engineers
Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
sold crack in the eighties
Aye say fuck you pay me
Run off with my paper get sent to hades
Yea she want some head but I told her maybe that mean no
Damn
hanging off my neck[00:25.44]Bad bitch, lightskin, she eat me the best[00:27.21]Okay[00:27.86]Said he gon' up it on me, nigga no way[00:29.30]He be copying
ice out my teeth
Off the trees need my peace
Somebody come and see
No I am not 21 but I be rolling in the deep
(Yeah)
Big boy drip (Aye)
Iced out links
too[03:15.37]But their cops use knives, right[03:17.72]Like is it true that nobody in Britain has a gun, they just all stab each other[03:21.47]Because if that's
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
to reconnect[00:44.39]The only time he call askin' if I seen it yet[00:47.02]I'm busy in the city, tryna make a couple checks Puttin' off the movie titles, leave him in
If you snore like ee-or then you best be raw
Cause I'll turn up
Boy I ain't gang, I ain't gonna put a gun up
Ima bun up when it's sun down
Finish
acting suspicious
Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing
Ayo one MC, two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys
acting suspicious
Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing
Ayo one MC, two MC
When my gun out, everybody goes down
Word on the street, these boys
'round playin' payback and that shit hurt
I should've treated you better (21)
Used to deal with lames 'til she ran into a stepper (on God)
Big dawg
Bad bitches, I break 'em off, the big boss is back at you, pissed off
She ain't got no direction, she a bit lost
I kick it off at my penthouse loft
Shooting bullets longer than your finger
Knock you off your feet
Anybody get in my business
Gon' end up in smoke (blunts)
You be a body fucker when
This move
boy got braked off I ain't trippin bout no hoe that's on my grave stone niggas hating swear to god they in the hate zone sell a load and it's big call
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
tryna by (just tryna get by, yeah)
Look at they man eye, big man, they never try
So we rolled with them, stole with them
I mean loyalty, niggas
It's funky out here - musty, keep your guns oiled up, not rusty
Not a starter pistol; pack something husky, bust the gusty
Sawed-off, something that'll
Yea, ok-ok, yea
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Just when you thought it was ova
The Mobb came back to put the game in a +Cobra+
Now, you can catch me by
the bitch got
Me trippin like a bucket
Shots going off in the streets
10 hut, big squads are with me
See niggas 12 ballin like they
Been in the gym
But you
a whole bitch, by the vultures
Rusty ass germs niggas already know this
Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
Prada'd up, Gucci'd up,
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