Lyrics:
pockets, need to stop it now
Pistol in my pocket, let me cock It now
Pistol in my pocket, let me cock It now
Niggas hatin' on me but my style, They gon' copy
a pistol in my hand (I)
Clear the thoughts in my head (I)
Pray that god understands (I)
But I want ya to know
That I never done bad (I)
Put cash in momma
From Canada to the USA
Or the other way around
Some come in little tiny bottles
And some come by the pound
One thing they have in common
Is they all cost
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Is it hailing or it's meth weather?
Why do you inhale it? It make the sex better
Huffing a line, covered in hives
Walking on glass, breaking the ice
kill the competition
Feed the bodies to my peasants
My dick a demonstration of what bitches call a fetish
You better simmer down before my pistol come
A dome shot put a end to the story
Left lanzo stretched on the floor he swore he ended it gorey
Made every arrangement need to be gone by the morning
talkin' 'bout Rolls Royces nigga, what else woe?
Dope dick, back seat, front seat
Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changed
J.T.
motherfuckers
Wu-Tang motherfuckers
Yeah, and RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your
motherfuckers
Wu-Tang motherfuckers
Yeah, and RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your
Broke my heel
Ya'll bitches betta' be scared
Its Calipark music
Ying yang twins
USA
United state of Atlanta
We back in this mutha f**ker by our
Why don't you open up and read the love book of a criminal
Jump in the water get wet with me
I want yo heart but the sex I need
Feel like it ain't much
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
Good sex, no stress, one boot, no X
small circle big checks
Chop came with a grip in my back like a chip
If the opps wanna play, I'mma load up my clip
confess to the god
I undress you in armor
Star ma - arent i special - sex you
All night, might take a small bite but shhhhh
Chere, u take this hard white
Swizz Beatz
Up in the motherfuckin' Dogghouse
Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster
Godzilla
[Goldie (Kokane)]
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Come back with your money, help, police (Show em' SuperStone)
I've been robbed by SuperStone
(Hooray, Yee-hee)
Dona Pinciotti , got a pistol for a body
comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder
Shout out to them bitches gettin' it in, in they crevices
Conjugal visits make sex seem so irrelevant
Forget about the risk we took, I never can
Rebel
gotta scream and shout
(Or you will blast your brain)
When life isn't just
the way you want it
you gotta let it out
USA goes astray
day by day in every
loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him,
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