Lyrics:
Crazy you crazy, man
You remember that shit man?
When we used to be down there in the hills and shit, man?
(I'm elevating strong I'm gonna go
In the parking lot, examining how I keep my name out y'all mouth
I drop names like Game, but I don't mean say 'em
I mean spray em, they drop [gun
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
of soju
Told you, we do it different in the ville de Montreal
Got roadside head up in Mont-Tremblant
Ta ptite sur moi j'la voit fondant
I got no problem,
Playground
You might get lost and not found
By the players and the pimps and the vultures and hounds
Shots in the back lot of my building somebody's
teeth
And you better put the "O" in front of my "G"
The bullshit they talking doesn't come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run it by me
My two
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch 'em
I'd lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our brand where destruction's
honcho like Eastwood gun in my pancho
Another bad desperado trapped inbetween
the hills and the El Dorados but you can't do that
Welcome
Went to a little get-together
With some old friends.
Not much has changed,
Since the last time I saw them.
There's a chicken in uniform,
Du blir gås här, no Canada
Stor gun, stor man, snabbt skjut, snabb araba
Glockish sjunger la-la-la, jag har dum-dum, bara varannan
Min youngis helt
lach niet van mijn gezicht
Maar ik jank vanbinnen
Soms word ik gek van verdriet
Maar m'n tranen die gun ik jou niet
La la la
Jij krijgt die lach niet
another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin' a black man by police is "He's got a gun"
Damned if he do,
Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your
lives, no children
Expect the unexpected
Notice the ordinary
If it seems to easy it probably isn't
How many rounds
Aim then fire
Live by the gun die by
and lived in tears
Our culture been getting killed by racist yo what's the deal
But we still here
Yeah Yeah
But we still here
Yep Yep
BLACK LIVES ROLL CALL
that you're spreading)
(Hey Ho)
(Words spoke)
In time's kissed goodbye
A head to kick
A gun to hide
Coke to shift
Three's inside now
Hood Kingzs can't
you, that ain't you, that ain't you, that ain't you
You belong by my side
Whatever you need I provide
If I'm alive you gon thrive
Got the gun to survive
to Nepperham, we got the streets locked
Niggas shoot the heavy guns, shoot in front of anyone
Who lookin' to die when this Henny done? (Who lookin' to die?)
Gun in my hand no joke, I slide
I'm letting you know
I'm coming for each and every single sign
Of every snake that keep my name rollin' off her lip
I
*(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)*
Southwest Ridas playboys (Ya highness!)
Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!)
We back in this
breath back in the days as growing some more
True packs back, my glock’s fat after the guns spoke
You’re screaming where my block at
I go hard like is
judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Screaming no justice no peace
I cant even sleep
My people left dead in the streets
Aint put
her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it
Keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer
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