Lyrics:
the shots drowned out by sirens
Blue lights on hit the cut can't find us
Nigga talk shit see the gun be rewinding
Money getting long I could hide in
You with 30 give a fuck 'bout your man
Don't care about your Uzi my guns from Iran
You get paid by the dollar I get paid by the band
Just like a balloon
bitches with pink lips
Call me Padre talk shit with a gun in my
Hand call me cock ay
Did this straight, bricks ain't large
Bricks for weight, filling
since the age 10
Tote the gun on my back like a mercenary
Cut the doors on the jeep, middle of February
I can't fuck on that bitch it ain't sanitary
Got
drives my guiltless heart to Gates Pass
To that veranda to search graffiti it has amassed
For where we wrote our initials and swore a love steel cast
Yeah,
I like my hoes by the two's when I dig 'em out,
Couple racks, I made room for a big amount,
They had us in the first half we winnin' now,
Now my
riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im
me
No I script these burdens and worries before they kill me
Gotta cast my cares for the lighter load
But id like to know
If grace is a river then
of nigga
Then this shit's for you
All my gun slingin' niggas from
LA to New York who ain't havin' it
Let the pistols spray then we talk
'Cause a nigga got
shadows stretch long in the morning gun
Now we count the cost in the silence we find
The legacy of a troubled mind
The race for arms the endless fear
What
crown
Nobody know her in town
Yo bitch she a clown
Pretty but she a lil thot
Do anything for the clout
You running your mouth
Don't even know what about
inside my mouth
And I got many hoes they be wilding out
Making this money I'm spending it wisely I invested this shit for my family now
Back in the days I
and sculpt out a plan
For tomorrow and a new day, try to find the right words to say
When we open our mouths but no words seem to come out right
And you're
without sin casts the first stone
I'ma be sure to cast the last one
We only play for keeps
Best believe it ain't a game, no
If we let the money talk
Do you
unglued
Scream of your ignorant ways
But they cannot phase
the learned and the wise
Who see through your lies
Though my mouth you shut
Cast me down
past,
My innocence starts to fade to ash
Beaten and scarred by humanity
Beginning to lose all my sanity
These insecurities mock me
As I hope for the day
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
or 3 hoes
And, and when I pull up
You know the squad on go
Scur, Bands
Flex-Flexin on they ass
The way these niggas broke
Yeah I think they need a cast
We runnin this shit
You pussy niggas funny as shit
Till our masked for run up in ur house
And put tha gun in ya bitch
Its still double - G sick fellas
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
the violence
All you hear is gun shots fallowed by sirens
If they get behind me ima take em on one
Got that 40 on me extended with a long one
Nigga fuck with
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
In from the street, mouth sat in a seat (No-no!)
He point the finger at the whole world out there
Beat the drum - for Mr Accusation
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