Lyrics:
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
a bird perched on him and swash buckled the same
Peg leg navigator starboard to port
By the nautical star of male an the harbor is yours
And you should
to the pirate king)
Bring the fuel to stack the fire!
Pile the bodies ever higher!
For the god of death is rising
And your blood is what I crave!
(Blood
The pirate anchored on a Wednesday
And why he came to port I wonder
To see a lady so my friends say
She dances for the sailors
In a smoky cabaret
death, and send you hell bound
Absolute justice the best, no survivors to be found
I'll be sure to put your body six feet into the ground
I bring toxic
show him the ropes
And if you bring him to the Gucci store
Show him the loafs hood niggas I'm just showing you growth
But I'm still right
(By your
on my jeans tucked and it's out now
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns
disappear in Bermuda with the pirates I had met
No one in the world would have to know where we are
You bring your poems
I'll bring my guitar
I wanna be
to make your mind intertwine with brain food at the root/
Cus we all gotta eat but I ain't sellin' my soul/
cus man can't live by them belly alone/
I'm hard
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Uh
K-TLEM TLEM Records A.N.D.A. WORLD Puff
21 Gun Salute (Don’t shoot) Guess who’s in the buildin’
It’s what it is YEAH
21
smoke is when you match it
You better come tap it with me if your plugs be taxing
Always got one eye on the money like I'm a pirate
Every time I dress
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
your face with the bang your verysome
It's a mothafuckin shame we carry guns
If you don't your insane
You're very dumb
Tecca Nina's too rough (Too
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
Thief my guy bag talk say him no know
Thief ole carry am go
E say na him first time abi no be so
Thief ole carry am go
When you hear bring tire your eye
and your shit should hear this
Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake
My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake
I give the shit that I know you
song
It'd be thick to spend a cent on
Iggy Azalea, real name is Kelly
So maybe you're jelly
That Machine Gun's taking the credit
Your space on radio
Took by a pirate
These niggas ain't got
No respect RIP Aretha
Franklin I'm bout to
Take a leave of absence
Don't need permission I'm
Not asking
(Oi)
From
me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Cyde, let's ride
The thought of you, girl, with another man is the thought
of me killing you with a gun in my hand
Call
dripping finger licking, need a bucket underneath
Yeah I had a lot of people tryna bring me down
But it's sad, cause your height got you near the ground
Oh
Setting sail in the pearl
Whipping the ship having a whirl
New ones scrub the deck
If not we'll shoot your neck
What brings you to the locker
Tesla is
renting nigga I fucking own
Take your chick while you clocking and bring her to your home
Treat her like she be the greats my dick is Larry Holmes
Booooook
little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
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