Lyrics:
See you n****s be talking how you go lay low
Bullets just flying across your halo
Twenty four-seven I'm in the same mode
Live by the sword you know
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big
What, you tryna live?
(They say)
Think you doing wrong, they don't understand
Just where you're coming
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Two to the face I ain't talking about bullets
How MTHREE' live he live to the fullest
Always keep it icy nigga that's how he do it
Smack niggas
Braveheart niggas
(Jungle) , IllWill niggas (Wizard)
Made of steel niggas
(Horse) , robothugs (Nature)
We can't be stopped by them bitch-ass cops
them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran
trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot RAV-4
The Macks blow bullet holes for my cash flow
Is that so?
(Hook
Cry wolf cry
No one's gonna' make you live for ever
No one's gonna' make you pay your debts when you die
Cry wolf cry
I taste the bullet
I smell the gun
a party freak) we a go fi dem
All inna dance, we a go fi dem
DJ, him live deh suh
Hey, Roach (Timeless)
Gunshot pull di door and tell dem welcome
ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet
I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live
Hope God will forgive
feel
Cuz you running away
So now I'm out by my self and
I can feel I'm without you
Bullet for my valentine
I wish I never found you
Think about you all
using a filler
Put this mac in yo bag by the concealer
Kinging like Kong just some big ol gorillas
Throw em a bullet he think he a steeler
Cold nigga
conversations
Lay out by the roses
These trips ain't no vacation to me
Novacaine, same shit
I might just die here
You speeding up that arrangement
So how do you
Bullet Through The Wind
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Brandon Lance Bannock (SESAC/ West Coast Country
the block
And double back
And let them bullets hit his chin
I put my all in this shit
Everyday i get it in
And i fucked up in the past
Now i can't see you
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
it's time to learn
Gotta break down till we find the peace
They wanna take lives then we line the streets
Minorities harassed by ICE and police
Tried
embodying this shit
Now let me body it
I just wanna live life to the fullest
Loss so many niggas that died by a bullet
Loss so many niggas that was lost in
you got to live it up
You can always take a bullet
End up like you're giving up
Never made it right, but it took you away to a land
Without a fight,
If I die i'ma live for ever
I'ma live for ever
If I die I'ma live for ever
I'ma live for ever
If I die i'ma live for ever
I'ma live for ever
If I die
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