Lyrics:
Hit em with that phonky stuff, hit em with that phonky stuff
I be in the bank with guns, countin' hunnids one by one
No I do not fuck with you, if
was young
Hard-living sarcastic sharp-tongued son
Of a gun and I am my father's son
By 1981, Dad's life had grown messy
Then a woman named Ramona came
by a friend ‘cause he said he thought it might help!
And I believe in 21-pound notes
and there’s a one-way tube to John O’ Groats.
And I believe
(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here,
one
You got a gun, okay, you not the only one
My lil' brother got killed, he not the only one
Heard that fuck, nigga, hey, he not the only one
I swear
cause ima still bear my fruit if I'm wrong
So keep it going
Hands raising all praise to my god
No fakin guns raising to the face of a fraud
Never
movin so fast, youknow'msayin
A day on Earth like a thousand years in heaven
Ya know, dependin on how you livin it's like
Where yo' bread at? Where yo'
Back on my 47 shit
This ain't the city of love
I'm from the city of thugs and guns and drugs
Where you can get caught slippin'
You don't wanna get
every nickel that belong to you, son
This has been brought to you by Solomon Childs and the God O'Gun
Reality hits hard close, every man for themself,
Drive by its quick that's a job well done
I do this for fun
Wanna get serious brodie be clutching a gun
And I will not run
19 with a big clip gon' empty
upntin' it" (uhh-huh, my strap)
Let me slide by (gang) and this a drive-by (gang, gang, gang)
It's a good night (woo-hoo)
In L.A. smokin' opps, it's
you and my gun blast quick, dog
Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
I ain't got bricks dog,
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
eagle bursting
You haven't seen the worst and
I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
Wodies movi'n slow
way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by Friday
Then Sunday, I'mma meet 'em on the highway
See where his exit is and keep it movin'
Monday I'm off
nigga?
Look me in my eyes
Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go
What you know 'bout movin' your folks so you can handle smoke?
runnin' up
My friends alone, my money's up
My chains are out, my gun is tucked
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go)
We got loud and we got powder, call
the river wit some cement shoes
You could sleep with the fishes
Niggas actin' funny so I gotta keep it movin' I don't speak to the bitches
We could handle
Girlfriend 21 it was wrong but so much fun
I had to go her Daddy had a gun
Farewell 21
Love by the numbers one two three
Add em up and it's not enough
a freak
Psychopath also bleeds
I'm a product of the streets
Raised by society
Hype, hype, like shit
This shit be giving me thrills
20, 21 mills
Don't wanna
that's hollow
No tomorrow
Is promised to no one
To be an authentic person
Takes one to know one
Which one are you ?
One or two ?
21 gun salute
21 bullets
Everyday struggling with addiction, the perks to addicting, my brains contemplating, suicide
No one by my side, last girl left me all alone, thought
Yo, Timo
Today I was just thinking about
What it is to be a 21st Century African
I think that'll be my first agenda
Come on
Triggered by pig-headed
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