Lyrics:
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
But nah but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there its fire
What's
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh
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21 Gun Salute (Don’t shoot) Guess who’s in the buildin’
It’s what it is YEAH
21
your heart - la la la
It isn't too hard to see we're in heaven
One, twenty one guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, twenty one guns
Twenty
trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk much
I'm tryin park the Bimmer in the driveway
Might
public school too
Like what's in between a 3 and 1 and House Gang, I spoke to all 3 on 1 call
Like I dropped 2 albums and #3 is 1 second from bein' done
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
love
No matter what you do money
Stack your guns and ones
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even
for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon
is in my soul, and so are you
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm riding with you baby, in it for the long run
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm living
In collectin' cream
A made nigga, Picture me dyin' in the blaze
Or gunfire will not retire 'til I'm paid
Turn the bass up high
When we ride, we fly by
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By
dozens
Running with grim reapers handing out some good guns
And it all kicked off some shit you said
Now look at the little pus dressed up in red
Them
machine guns
Found in a row
Look i don't ask shit, I just spaz
Ski mask on in the Aston
Headed to Bible class
As the water in the streets splash
It's
at
Violating get you one in your throat
Still dating your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die burry me with the totes
In case I run into a lil bit
handle weh brown like chocolate
Ak by the pallet and forklift
Handgun by di barrel and basket
Gun thief see di Ruger, want it
Bullet me plant it, face
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun
Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
in ya' purse to pay
Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days
It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays
Then I seen a little black
bijdehand
Heb die gun in m'n hand, het loopt uit de hand
Ik ben dom, geen verstand
Blaas op hoofd, nu heb je geen verstand
Sta ver, want als ik boss van
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
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