Lyrics:
now It's like a few hundred thou When we run up this guns 2 stomach
style Got to flaunt it now Nigga who want it blawgh
Ride for this
Where my
I wanna live in a bus
I ain't a stick in the mud
I miss a call
She want her company run
(Ooh by me)
Give me my chance 'fore you run into guns unload
ball on a budget
Diamond walking I could cop about 30 J's
I'm not a rapper by chance
Cocoa-butter kisses to the jam
Why you rapping nigga cos I can
She
terrorists with radical views living among them
Who would even gun down Muslims
Who don't have radical views like them
It's Jihad on steroids
Let's tell
All my niggas who pump
The spirit'll jump out and grab shit
Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets
Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing
Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting
GOD AND GUNS
WE LAY BY CHOPPAS
BITCH WE SHOOT FOR FUN
WONT HAVE NO ONE’s
YOU CAME TO JUMP
ILL EMPTY ALL MY GUNS
COME DRAW THE CHALK
BITCH WHAT YOU
I can look at your nose
and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
on the downlow
(x3)
I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
Which gun I'm bound to jump next
Co-signs ain't making it clear
These fucks just wastin my breath
So tell me what's a real word
To somebody that ain't
and run, I never jump the gun
or get cold feet, I hold heat
why'a niggaz don't know me; in six hours I made up four years
Got high shit for your ears;
sorry
and Tech
Jazz, Joyce, DJ Clue? Cocoa Chanel
I be Jamel, I rocks the mic well, well
Rock the mic well, well
[Masta Killa]
On and On, to the break of dawn
fuckin' homo, we still remember
There once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around, yep)
But he got too old to jump up and down (up and down, so
you
Get a customer, or an employee
Who thinks he's Charles
Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash
Their nose in jumps right into the floor
this, check it out
[Twista]
Who am I, N**** wid tha blunt, steady trippin, sippin on the concoction,
with tha gun c***tin
Drum knockin, gotta get
he's amble
2 kill who eva on the run
Live and die wtih the gun
He layin up wita Bun
She sucks em up till he cums
500k n the duffle bag back 2 loadin them
the
Memphis blues again
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well
the
Memphis blues again
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well
about it
If you live by it, your going to die by it
Watch your words, you can lie about it
Capping rap niggas you all be quiet
A gun is useless
If you are
racing cuz no one's pulling the gun quicker
Know who he is and who you're facing
The Gunslinger
Pop off and drop off the whole opposition
And if you
one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really have to, I really slap you
King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners
say the same gun killed like four
(yeah)
My block is hot, this Glock is hot (Hot, hot)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car
(Bow, bow)
Jump out like
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
down with a bayonet sword
So ruthless, is the way I do it
I been in my dojo and the flow is stupid
Hot like cocoa, on the Mark like Cuban
Top row mojo
down with a bayonet sword
So ruthless, is the way I do it
I been in my dojo and the flow is stupid
Hot like cocoa, on the Mark like Cuban
Top row mojo
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