Lyrics:
lower than a cellar, oh you can't get a man with a gun.
When I'm with a pistol, I sparkle like a crystal
Yes, I shine like the morning sun,
But I
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
a Cav' like the new Irving
Turn Kings Plaza
Into Irving Plaza
These young n****s really moving like the old days
We got away with murder
We even robbed
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
lower than a cellar, oh you can't get a man with a gun.
When I'm with a pistol, I sparkle like a crystal
Yes, I shine like the morning sun,
But I
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
You heard me, you heard me
My gun got many ways to get you
You get hit with a missile and live
You would need barbed wire to stitch you
This is not
the neverland, the promised land?
Sheep for slaughter
Frontin' sons but ya can't feed your daughters
What's your livin?
Playin' to push a man for ¿Sam?
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
to the fade
(What?) leave him in bloody puddle
Then I dump him in a grave (Talk)
All you niggas really lame
You can't get with us (God damn)
Mikey kickin'
him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics
way up, way up
Summer comin' better save up
Going up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
That indirect shit never get by us
Man I feel so great
I don't need you in my life yeah the door is that way
I've been catching flights trying to get my fame
Got the basket on sight so
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
feeling like a champ
Till my dumbass gets ran over by an ambulance
I'm like Macaulay Culkin
Because I feel alone
Flying through the air like ET phone home
Ayy, one day I'm gon' be on top
'Member homies, they would steal Mercedes stars
We in Berlin so we go get a kebab
We stay connected so I know who
love
The only man I know that I can trust
And if I ever should need you
I know you'd come
Ready to kill with a smoking gun (with a smoking gun
and let's make a song or two
And I heard your shit was ass so I can't make no song with you
Fonem sick, he off the drugs, he coughin' like he got the flu
Bad man I'am not owned by no white man
Bad man dressed in all black like I’m batman
Whipping da white like I’m tryna get payback
For what the white
love
The only man I know that I can trust
And if I ever should need you
I know you'd come
Ready to kill with a smoking gun (with a smoking gun
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
Yo E, somebody come in this motherfucker
With me man
I'm with you nigga, you don't need nobody
I'm with you nigga come on nigga what's up?
LS
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
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