Lyrics:
all these rack's, gonna feed my whole team
Don't want the cuban if diamond's don't gleam
Me and Austin got guns like Charlie Sheen
Zach the big homie,
smilin' (still trill)
The low life grinders
Give a fuck, I give a fuck, just like 'em (still real)
Hotbox strike you
Livin' life by the gun like
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild
Some learn slower and lag in the mud
Some stand up in defense of a style
Some let the big dogs eat them up
off
Yeah, that why you shouldn't run your lip off
And you shouldn't buss guns if you
Can't fill the clip up
That’s why certain man slip up
Don't last
Got 21 guns
Got 22 mags
Got too many hoes wanna help me count this bag
Got too many bros that left tryna' come right back
Got too many choices now so
back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
(Kurupt)
See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I
practicin' fair catches
Whether it's guns or bitches
We gang bang and we share ratchets
I got Cassidy, ohh, I'm in big man beef
Which require them big choppers
a temp fade
Been out here off ex with no resting I ain’t slept in 10 days
Trunk full of high rate
Riding on the highway
Big 40 take a nigga out like
you ridin' in a Wraith
'Cause it's a stick up
Pay me what you owe me, that and then some
It's a stick up
Never dodge the smoke 'cause we got big guns
guns
And I got my goons where they supposed to be
Hey, I say money ain't a thing to a big dawg
They can pow pow, at this big dawg
Tell the world I'm
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
cars like l ain't got no legs or somethin' (yeah)
Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Sex, money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B's
still flippin
Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow
Hot nigga, don't stop
Big money nigga gon' pop
One stop, get yo life took
Big money,
still flippin
Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow
Hot nigga, don't stop
Big money nigga gon' pop
One stop, get yo life took
Big money,
for that work if it don't super hit
Bitch got to put her head off in her shirt if she ain't super thick
Super thick, super thick
21, 21, 21
We
just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
no name
We can play tall games, the whole gang, kick in your door, man
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick
off, I just might cheat, I got a bad reflex (21)
I got tattoos in my face but I like R&B sex (21)
Hit a couple flight attendants 'cause I ride big jets
The power of having a gun a big obstacle for 'em (uh)
In every hood in the country, yeah the cans flarin' (brrt)
And street niggas won't outlive their
a company key
Go get it, I get it, ain't workin' for free
You wan' see that show, gotta pay you a fee
She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B
I'm servin'
the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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