Lyrics:
gunning it away from the scene of the crime
Three two one and gun it
Leave me like whodunnit
Misread misspeak and a mistake again
I thought for sure you got
what's your last meal
Talk to the devil he wanted a deal
God by my side he said you for real
He asked for my blood and a nigga said ew'
Don't take me
[Intro - Tony Yayo (Lloyd Banks)]
Yeah Nigga!
We fuckin back! Hunger for More!
Tony's Home!
Yo Banks I told these nigga's man
(Ya'll done fucked
swear no be mouth oo
Nah like kundi ati stout oo
No dey tell me dis and dat o
No dey play me like you be Jimmy jat
For ur love I go fittu fight chen-fu
No
else Got
You figured out It's a shame
'Cause you've been talking from
The side of your mouth
You've made a name for yourself
By pointing fingers at me
a glock
He who cast the first stone is the nigga getting shot
Cops and the military guard the people on top
If it wasn't for they guns they would have
The kid pulled out a gun, he said, "Why did ya hit me?"
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
The kid pulled out a gun, he said, "Why did ya hit me?"
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said you don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains down
day.
I said I'm going across the sea to fight another one of me and I know not of the reason or what for.
So I jumped into the lion's mouth, just to see
to wet the bed in the summer just to keep cool.
Yeah, many's a night I'd lay awake
A-waitin' for a distant station break
Just a-settin' and a-wettin' an'
20,000 gun salute, get rowdy like you got a substitute
This slug's for Newt - shut your mouth, don't pollute
Army of down motherfuckers, shit we
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this
Me and my mans is bout to spit some hot shit
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit that, hot shit
Huh whoo! Yeah
ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout
bro mouth, yeah
Play with us, we gun you down, yeah
Yeah, this jacket, it's Dior
I remember bein' poor
Talking 'bout sleeping on the floor
Stealing
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
mama crying
They grew up in the suburbs, now her son ducks for cover
Had a gun inside the cupboard, only 16
We used to talk about them big dreams, now
Odeshi
Na me carry am come
Odeshi
Na me carry am come
Odeshi shoot me gun no gun no go fit enter
Fortified by mama and papa
On the road to collect
stressin, they all press
Ain't sellin' records, they come at me for more press
When they realize it's real them dudes out coppin' more vests
Better learn
violet
You can't open your mouth and I don't want to hear it
Choke on words unspoken for tokens, I fear it
Token tokens soak up and soak in a broken man
your name and face
On the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky, like, "None shall
pours coarse of molten into cords
Strung by the young ones, put me on tour
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores
Soft rhymers,
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
mouth full of Communion
Scorned by lukewarm kind it's time you've been
Warned the storm formed now find refusing
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