Lyrics:
didn't really mean those words at all
I'll bite the bullet
I'll do it in the name of love
I guess I'll bite the bullet
Or stop playing with loaded guns
We roll deep like submarine
Any club weh mi party, mi gun cyar in
Yeah, my club machine a sub machine
Put bullet inna hair like ultra-sheen
Dump bwoy
God praise
But if you got the gospel then tell me how it taste
Hallelujah
Biting on the bullet for strength
I'm a long distance runner sucker
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
her fears
The headlines gave acclaim
He'd realized their dreams
Faster than a bullet from a gun
He is faster than everyone
Quicker than
to the murder live by the gun then you gonna die by onebitch Nigga Getting rich nigga doing rituals fuck up There sprituals they selling there souls it Fells like
an awakening
The road is long, I've been told
But I think it's short
Time goes by, and I wonder how the world is taught
From the streets of Babylon
“Drink you by de glass”
Who who needs word games
When the truth wins from silence
Sometimes you pinch me like a bullet like a bullet from a gun
Such loss
like that you little clown ass hoe
If my flow was a gun, bitch you would run
When you hear my come, from the head
Every lyric is a bullet
Fuckin' ya up
a savage like 21
Rip out yo tonsils
Then kill you with 20 guns
When I be rapping
I'm equal to 20 suns
Spitting so fast
You would think I have 20 tongues
"check these 20's out on this bitch"
"ooo wee where'd you get these things from?"
"i got these joints today"
"ooo who the fuck is that?
" ay my nig,
call me Super Saiyan
Cuz I stuck to the script
On the beach now that's a mission
Cuz I'm posted on the block
By the hour plus commission
Kitchen dirty
Im'a let the gun talk once I find where he limpin
War in the street if I catch his ass slippin
Hope when I ask for his shit he start trippin
Bullets pop
money from my peoples
Got me on my way to be him but I had enough of this shit
Click click, bullet through the dome Seem intensive,
But I'm just a horny
slang
Your world is ghetto
It's where I live; it's where I'm from
It's where you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto
I could never win
don't need help
I flipped the script and did this shit all by myself
These niggas mad i'm in my bag i don't even care
These niggas mad i'm in my bag i
the bullet from a gun.
Out in the fields,
the fighting has begun.
Out on the streets,
they're falling one by one.
Out from the skies,
a thousand more
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome 45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra
The fucking
nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one left in
ones
So I collect guns!
So step right through if you're down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge boom!
How can I love when I
loot, gun, hons and fun
From down sun to up sun
Can't forget the lyrics cause that's my bread and butter, I make bread
When I'm butter and wicked like
block, these bullets tackle niggas
Cuffing all the hoes you come across, you like to shackle bitches
Funny when you get your money up, they claim you
About them, I doubt them cats waitin' for me
You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street
She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets
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