Lyrics:
Man that shit really wild
Bound by my title, got rounds in the rifle
At distance I'm blitzin, can't sleep on a vio
Never was friend to me, only
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in)
(All I have in)
(All I have in this world)
(All I have in)
(All I have
done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'
Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas, plug
I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'
Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas,
a come here we gonna put it down
Everyday some boy get up and a walk with dem gun
A bend up dem fist like the King Kong son
If a man go ehh
Run dem wah
making the 6 fall
You aught to know by now, that I am pissed off
For real, ready to spray at a nigga
Pop the trunk, straight AK a nigga
This verse should
Yeah, watch out for the rocks under your tires your feet yeah
Got my wadurglokk, drive-by cleaning out they teeth, yeah
Put that in my sock, I'm
Keepin the bodies in the ground
Gun them down
Gun them down
Hitting them with multiple rounds
Gunning them down
With multiple rounds
Me and my boys
Acting
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home
clear
Brain ain't in my spear
Other shit can steer clear
Check the fear gauge
Imma enslave, new and old heads with each page I turned to airwaves
This
the shit, boy, coming lead a life with young Rodney and Hit-Boy, bitch
Again got the car with the crib
Really get it how I live, this ain't what you used
bitch, you fugaze
I will drip on a bitch like I'm raining
I got guns like I'm up in the Navy
Keep one on me like Tracy McGrady
Dirty dancin', bitch I'm
bosses
Count your losses
[fatal hussein]
Now before they start runnin' they lips
I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this
looking like im from japan
Nigga snooze better give it a rest wit this shit
Put that boy in distress like a bitch
He a bitch like he lilo i give him
always move in private
And that gun I got is silent
You won't hear the bullet flyin'
No they capped out, yeah they lyin'
Ain't no broke boys up on my end
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
Minus the teeth
Saved by the bell
Screech
Yea ima cannibal
Feast
No I can’t eat it
She couldn’t believe it
Baby be deep in the streets
Boy ima animal
cleaning lots
And big t just dropped me the stock now I see the young boys all setting up shop
How much times have I whipped this Beemer I've done like
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
out here gon' make me run
I told you that I was in my bag
I let it be known I'ma shoot my gun
Death before dishonor, I'm taking that, yeah
This young
in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get
Into a pissin' match with this rappity-brat
come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog
Dipping from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
Cause I
come the Red Dogs, I'm busting out around the corner in my hog
Dipping from the area, I'm scared
So one of these bitches might wind up dead
'Cause I
yuh watch di Move
All the Don waan kill him fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
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