Lyrics:
a barber
bitches everyday of the week, I cut my roster
Two twin pistols, blood brothers
Lately I been sonnin' niggas, hell of a father
Hit after hit, I keep
round the corner and his pistol's at his temple
And he's crying 'cause she'll leave and take the kids
So I try to reason with him that they never would
the law, you go to prison
They kill a couple million stack a billion
Business as usual, death on the colonies
What is that but state
To state armed robbery
a couple million, stack a billion
Business as usual, death in the colonies
What is that but state to state armed robbery
Just a road move on a bigger level
heads till they look like dey sketched em on/
Ya time is up so ya best be gone/
I'm the hardest by levels I'm past it/
When I charge up like like dragon
ever shanked that bitch
What was it one two three six millimeters by your side?
Run run from a robbery homicide
I'm all about sunny days and the blue
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
heads till they look like dey sketched em on/
Ya time is up so ya best be gone/
I'm the hardest by levels I'm past it/
When I charge up like like dragon
fuckin' help
(Fuckin' help)
Pull up to the block causin' hella damage
(Lotta damage) in this two seater, finna go
Carry a switchblade, I don't need a pistol
let us end
Replace my heart
I don't wanna live by coping, I'm done with hoping end
And I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow
Enough
[Chorus - 2X]
We posted up! We posted up from the front to the back
We posted up! We posted up blowing blunts by the packs
We posted up! We posted up
children
Ignored me
Shot two of them niggaz in broad day
One died turned a robbery into a homicide
He called back the next day like
[SixXx]
We had a little
on
Ooh this very morn
Mom's gone to work for sure
Mom when are you coming home
Officers the bank is being held
By two gunmen that don't mean well
Robbin, stealin', stabbin', shootin', wylin'
Criminals, thugs
Bloods, Crips, disaster, war
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Rich, poor
Life, death,
loops since niggas was rockin Hawaiian suits
What? Don't shoot gun shot leave ya family upset
Tight the trip DT's, chasin down robbery suspect
Murder
The charges were robbery and murder
I broke into a house for money and jewels
Some old man tried to stop me, poor misguided fool
I killed him and left him
robbery and P-C-P
From the cradle to the state penitentiary
He'll be in the middle of next century
Ask me, is it crying sakne
You got to watch how you
Big Backdoor
Ayy, you can catch me two-tone Audemars
A Givenchy cardigan
Said that that's his block, well
That's that block he gon'
Get slaughtered in
run wild
We sick, from cradles to caskets
We sick, long pipe between your lips
Yo we sick, yo we on some other shit
Verse 2
Ah yo we sick
We
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
Two zero two three Focused on me I'm betting on myself
A couple months ago I was out here needing help
Couple months from now have more than pistols
hoodie
I was just a baby goon
20 shots fired that was just a crazy day
Two racks two hoes two pistols in one play
Too lax too close I missed you by one
Shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck
Ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by
My lonely when I'm thumbing through
With this pistol by my side I can show you the light
Dangerous!
Riding with this heat no registration and I'm racing
Charge it to the game fuck
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