Lyrics:
didn’t get to see 30 in a mansion
20 I was macking 21 was a Savage
20 in the cabinet 21 in the attic
30 inside the plastic incase you get Ecstatic
Girly
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
a fuck I'm
Letting niggas know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't
Give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and
Blow your
miss fate will you sit please
musical version of a strip tease
Cose underneath we just victims
To the system that markets guns n big tims
So caress that
gun, fuck bein' 21
Somebody better tell 'em
And put him up on {?} somebody fuck around and kill him
You see cause snitches get stitches
And there
and put that fire on 'em
We gon' ride on 'em, nigga we gon' slide on 'em
Leeky in the backseat and he got that big four five on him
Quit all that
You better not get it twisted, nigga
For real, no doubt, no doubt
Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
You better not get it twisted,
oh)
Big round out the clip
Make an impact like Genshin (Yo, ay, huh?)
I got a gun so big when I
Shot it it broke my arm off (O oh)
They was looking for
quit fold slow it up or lounge
Never see me straddle the fence
I hold my side down
Never move without my gun I'll never slip
The direction never wrong
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
It's in your hands grab hold of it[00:17.58]Dream big think big no other tip (yeah)[00:20.90]It's in your hands grab hold of it[00:24.35]Dream big
how to
Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show, these motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get,
Are you mad or you fuckin uhmm uhmm
Are you mad or you fuckin' stupid? Mm-mm
Man a big man, I know you know it Mm-mm
We chillin' with the big boss,
Will they ever wake up? You never know
These sheep are stuck - So fuck 'em
Everyone's a sitting duck but me - My thunder rumbles
Loadin' my gun, I
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
but then this world led em astray
Bob was healing with peace then he was conquered by hate
Huey said pick up a gun cuz they don't hear nothing you say
Uh[00:20.86]Sit and listen to a proficient rappin ass nigga[00:23.47]Could compare these cold flows to Midi pads and Dilla[00:26.43]Two guns up it's
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,
the four but I'm known in the trey
Killer from the 'Ville in a Chevrolet
Bumping 'Pocket Full of Stones' by UGK
That was my life circa nine trey
You should
to
The stuper seater
One gun gonna tear him off like
A terror cob web
The other gonna
Wear him thin
Like they're in congress
Slacking
So when the meetings speed
hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (a boy is a gun)
That's why these other niggas lame to us
'Cause all these other niggas
LO yeah B
LOB
I work hard for my shit
Ain't nobody give me a handout
They say that I got money
Everybody got they hands out
Big choppa in my balmains
got me some gwala I got it from guns
It's money on ya head that's that
I got a big choppa you better not run
Imma chop off ya head that's that
Fell out
Alright
By the end of the night
Remy and OJ
Side of a bit soft
Need a new plug you say
Tryna get this off
Smoke till I lift off
Showing my bitch off
Fuck if
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