Lyrics:
I be doing this shit on the regular
Gun got a name, as I pull out Mariah, u wildinout by the way that I carry it
Pop me a perc, then I finish
the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons I don't give
enforce it with
The force that's lethal
Make you wanna grab a gun and
Throw the all black gear on
Head to congress exercising
Your constitutional right
shit gon cost me
But it is what it is, I had to get det hoe up off me
Tell them niggas come and try me
You live by the gun, That's the say way you gon
to the destiny of man
Gets ridiculous
A cheap gangster hires someone
To do his dirty work with a tommy gun
While the President just points at anyone
And says "I,
Smoke up in the Street
Looking for the light within me
Searching in my soul
I don't eva wanna fire no gun
I don't eva wanna fire no gun
I`ve been
(Ha Ha)
(Something Sparkle)
I got this gun on me and yeah, it's fully loaded
You try to play me, I'ma shoot, yeah, I'ma blow it
I got this emo shorty
a song by me
That says fuck you all; there is no we
And that's the key
You stand out the second you flee
People are not good on the inside
God lied
God
She's a pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
Buzz from
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
we need more for fun or it's illegal
Ba-ba-bang on a song, make it feel like a drive-by (drive-by)
It's a shame, but somebody gotta die
They see it
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end
the making, so many songs to bake
Don't mind the extra hours, I do it to stay awake
You can never know when it's gonna explode
Don't you worry the gun is always
you?
We haven't spotted them yet
But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity
A 100 miles and runnin
Mc Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Go on and get your sexy on (this here the biggest song inna di
after speech time, the spark in the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time
It was back then in the hood that we would do drive by's for fun
Hitting licks in poverty and always on the run
There were times that I had thought
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
All she saw
it wrong
Grinding out to this song
When I say rap
What do imagine
Guns sex money
Or lyrical magic
Some rapper out here selling they're soul
Just for
make me famous
Play this song on every station
Put me on your favorite playlist
3,2,1, lift off, go crazy
Way to high
I'm up to something
I can barely
the power the gun
I am the strong
Stand by my brothers and sisters we chanting the song
You don't belong
Stole the land we walkin on and the time was not
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