Lyrics:
the fuck off my dick
I set trends been legit, since a lil' git
Hoe by my side and fo-fo on my hip
(Pistol mean)
When I hit the lean, it gets the best of me
play here
We get through that, run right through that
That's how we do that, y'all niggas knew that
Two albums in one year three albums in two
Didn't
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
staying
Get to that money and run up them bands
Niggas be toting them pistols but really I rather just give you these hands
Shit I live a life that you
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out
remember long night I had to move them pies nigga
Said I worked hard for it came by no surprise nigga
And you know we run it up it's just me and my nigga
the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (and a pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin'
Hey ain't no stopping me I'm pulling out my gun
I want to run far away draw my pistol one on one
Yeah by myself all alone I will do it just for fun
I
it in other news: Nas Escobar
Another crime lord, has passed away
Peacefully this evening, his
Legacy is survived by his
Daughter and two ex-wives
That
pistols
And if you run up, start talking shit
We gon' let them things hit you, naw
Ain't gotta be no issue
Them things gon' let loose
Them bullets get
ain't nothin'
Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
When it come to murder, you know how we do
When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands
bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
[Lil' Jon] - 2X
Cut loose
that boy in the ocean
Pistol be hot
Tip of the barrel be scolding
I promise this not what you wanted
Nigga we on it
Thinking you something you not
Get yo
should try it
It's exotic, it's a hybrid
Girl, I got some good news
Can I run it by you?
Mami bad enough, I let her fly it
Keep a pistol in
I'mma let it rip
Hidin' in the bushes with a
Mask and a pistol grip
Hidin' in the bushes with a
Mask and a pistol grip
Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with
we walkin' up 4-5, G-Lock, we gon' chalk him up
He ain't never shot no pistol that boy's a virgin Every time I whip it out on Crip, I'm servin
Nigga
we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em
Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw
trying to get the racks
But they be hating and they envy me
Can I let them take me
762 baby
We do walk ups and drive bys
We spinning in Mercedes
Two
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
girl, come here, tell 'em sit
We run wit' bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed
I got by "Ten", I be takin' the hits
Bro out of town, still
To get it crackin'
In the middle of the action
We got ch'you in flow motion
[Chorus]
[Wish Bone]
Point your fist
Pull your pistol
Put cha finger
Scream No Limit 'cause I'm in it I represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
Nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
I'm screaming peace with a pistol and clocking this cash
Survive by any means cuz I was Born to Last
Born to Last, Born to Last
Beyond a Reasonable
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