Lyrics:
the streets and then we go and smoke a pack
Let my ears ring from them bullets. Call it freedom
They wanna say my
But they wouldn't wanna be him
You see him?
bombs, bloody tanks
Let us live our lives as we want
There're falling down I sense you're away
Untidy guns, lazy bombs, bloody tanks
We´ve been marked
By
love you he driving me crazy waiting on you to come home
Ask baby boy Adè what he want from the store
Love and drugs and guns
Cutters and drugs
guns that break bones
Beef with me you take home to your family
Bullets fly randomly
Wet you like hard rain
Bravehearts gangbang
[Verse 2b: Nas]
Yo last
don't know her in public
I seen niggas die I'm happy that I learned something from it
I made two songs like this one already nigga but fuck it
I see
These bullets all heavy like shit from the Navy
I'm mashing her pussy and making it gravy
I'm deep in the drug ain't a soul that could save me
Asmodeus
and dropped his gun
They must have heard the screams, I heard em coming
I grabbed the gun from under the bed and waited for em
When I seen em, started shooting
than a bullet of my gun
Nah, nigga, you don't want none!
Welcome to my life where I live at night
Run!, nigga got a gun, done!
Can you run faster than
will greet ya
Billy, you're so far away from home.
There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places
Bullet holes and scars between the spaces
And you know I ain't gypping
Listen I'm tripping
Ain't no flipping the script
Cause I'm driven
I draw up the plan and I skirt
Then I'm dipping
Glisten in
wit My dawgs from Yonkers
But this Bronx bomber's spittin' flame
So you better wear your armor, flame on
My dawgs gon' stop, your dawgs gon' drop
Where I come from
Everyone struggling bitch
Yuh, you know I stay hustling bitch
I'm gambling
It's all or nothing I'm rich
This gun on my hip
I'm mean
guns aimed at your nozzle
Big Roscoe
Donnie Brasco wish death to they vato
Cigarette smoking
On the crater for the corner store
Same place
glass the bullet brings it to dat ass
Bastard, you talk faster, my gun buck faster
I jet, faster the next L sparked
Undastand
Heltah Skeltah only
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh shit
Scarface is on the mix
So yo suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin' bitch
See I come from the place known
Back then you was holdin' my gun
These days you the one I gotta run away from
You a heartbreaker, my lil' Florida thang
Got me hangin' out
Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night is different pussy since my girl left me
And I
mutilated like cannibal over serpent rattles
I'm seeing shadows and bodies swingin' from gallows
As I'm sitting in a circle surrounded by seven candles
My
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
more jail cells
[Chorus 2X: Soulja Slim]
Is dat gun smoke I smell?
What's dat? niggas lying dead on bullets & shells
Is my city really livin' hell?
Do I
Welcome to the Freak Show!
We want to welcome all the freaks!
cll the freaks from round the globe!
Freaks from round the world!
cy Bobby T! Tell em
It's all about the Money, Drugs, Weapons, Oil
Who got the bigger guns to the victor goes the spoils
Of the Money, Drugs, Weapons, Oil
Who got
I’m gettin money now,
Yeah, if you got aim better come gun me down,
Uhn, I ain’t just talking nigga ima slide foreal,
Uhn, I ain’t just talking nigga
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