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fall in love with a nigga
My bullets is Cupid
I turn dream to reality
Huh huh
You think that I'm living it lucid
They finna go act like they don't know

Plenty guns
Aint no one one ones
When it's smoke
Bet they kno we official
Posted till the sun come
I don't want guns Tired of 9s
I need missiles
Blow no

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

in the middle of harms way
Where all of the guns play
No father home, affects the Feng Shui
The pastor prays for Harambe
Before every urbanite is

trust me my homies are shooters
We all gotta roll with a nino
Blackberrys, bullets now, brra
I go prr from a beemer
I'm stuck in the trenches, I feel
Like

stopping us
He ain't loyal to the dream then he ain't one of us
Only real ones in ma end and we all got it from the dust
Live by a few rules  loyalty is

of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got

the limits
Now you crossed the line
Put two x in your eyes
Now I’m livid
Shivers down your spine
Every time you take a step outside
Cock my gun as ya drive by

the beat
Started out on the block
Got on my feet and rose to the top
I'm the cleanup man with the mop
50 shots disfigured his top, yes
I come from

I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off

I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas

on the mountain 
Seven times, we walked 
I heard his voice, I saw his life
And listened to his talk 

People came from far away 
To stand there by the river

Tougher Colder Killer

El-P

Cancer4Cure

2012

And it made me want to scream
Tear my face off run through the streets
Pandemonium me, fucked by decree
Came a long way from young and alive when I was

dodged the bullet that killed a cashier
My homie told me to come with him to the mass yea
Them brothers said "Don't go from written bars filled with rage

the reading from the same script
White man gunned down by police, ain't nobody play that clip
No one gave a shit, I won't get no famous case
I won't get no

and I’m sendin back scripts
Put 10 on yo head and my bro collect that shit
I’m Sittin in the trap and I’m whippin with my wrist
Fuckin for some crud man you

well welcome to hell's kitchen
I'm a chef with my gun got the hot shells pitching
Got your face to my heat watch your brains slowly melt now
You could

It starts with a dozen red roses
It ends with a handfull of bullets
The script read just like a fairy tale 
Until the conflict brought it to ruin

La

J.O.B
J.O.B
J.O.B
Down bad on my dick
Somehow I always pull the short straw
Always had the hands
Never really liked the gun talk
Never been a fan I'm

a blaze to your estate, I don't back down

Back from hell is where I came
Where I became one with the flames
Life's a Never Ending Game
And I'm done playing

dodge 12 them niggas is some hoes
Where the cash at
Where the stash at
Where the bag at
Where I’m from nigga you don’t get a pass at
Where the mask

baby girl 
you the chosen one
Baby I'm the moon and the sun and the bullet and the gun and the shooter and the runner 
You know the vibes 
we going

Live a lotto life
Hoping i hit
You witnessing something great when i'm scrolling a script
Keep your balance know the margins don't fold in the rip

took another flip
Then I lost my brother zip
I can't come without my gun
And I got a extra clip
Stay prepared to let it rip
Too much talking get you

you get these things from?
I got these joints today
Oh who the fuck is that
cy my nigg, you got change for a hundred my nigga?
No I ain't got it
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