Lyrics:
let 'em hype you
Shit bag, give his ass a diaper (pussy)
Thirty-five hundred got him gone (yeah)
He got shanked by a lifer (21)
Put your bitch up
on the plug, ayy[00:19.80]Getting money ain't enough, ayy[00:21.41]She get the money in ones, ayy[00:23.13]I don't know what's love, ayy[00:24.90]Got a heart
like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail, by the morning
All everybody else'll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate, let a couple years
on G-O-D (damn)
Come get it, 'cause the smoke for free (yeah)
Young niggas, they gon' blow for me
Pussy got hit in the head
Don't mention my name, he
and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
Should I ill or do right?
Nothing sadder than the song that’s being sung
By 21 guns
21 guns
Every year they hold a parade
In this little town where their hero lays
Signs hanging
C's, wit two guns in my holster
I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton
Down wit my n*gga Game, if you n*ggas want problems
From the streets
To yourself, not to be cautious?
Flawless in wondering
The watchful eyes they are misjudged
One breath, you’re on the cusp
You were 18, now you're 21
Drew
Man, don't you know that I'm loco?
I was chillin' right around my way
21st, east side of the Beach
This motherfucker ran up on me
Talkin' shit
don't got enough
Fire to show me young Jugo
Y'all could call me five fire emoji
Put rappers in a pot
Come and check if it's boiling
You put him feet first
bronze
I'm legendary
And tomorrow will come and you'll see me through the sun
Evil lurks in the dark, stick by yourself
I fight to death, this world
Called the first one Savage Mode, my mood, that's what it was (21)
2016, we was ridin' around, beatin' niggas up in the club
I know she around for
been sexin dem for furniture and appliance
Zagga zagga zow! But mi tell yuh somethin clear, hey
In this a war I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun
understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy
Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
You'll ask me why, but I don't care,
just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
Tonight it's going off in Newport town
[Chorus]
I got 21 ounces of blow
I got 21 ounces of blow
So if you want some let me know, cos I really
rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh,
amounts (go)
Thirty in my hand, pump on the couch
'Cause a nigga paranoid now (paranoid)
If you come up, don't abandon your hood (naw)
They'll be
Warning
I'm about to point a gun and pull the trigger
Warning
I'm about to point a gun and pull the trigger
All I see is scumbags some days and
The rage in
never been
My name moscato come get a sip
Baby I see that you lit
21 with no kids
21 with no kids
Cuz you 21
Bottoms gone fill yo cup
Girl you 21
walk in
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Layin' in your bushes (21)
I got all camouflage
Runnin' from the stick (21)
I just gave 'em ass shots
Spray a nigga team (Pussy)
Then we spray
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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