Lyrics:
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
Mmmmm
Guns pop like mollies in this bitch
You don't duck I lift it up
I'm dropping bodies in this bitch
Feeling tough knuck if you buck
Boy all my
gun blast
I'm a stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
[Layzie Bone]
Undercover man, how you want it man
I'm a fool on the loose with a gun in
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them
I pop off the edge (I pop)
I pop off the ledge (I pop)
I run off the edge (I run)
I run off the ledge (I run)
I pop off the edge (I pop)
I pop off
this shit
Brick by Brick
Yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I did it
Brick by Brick
A yo who made the strip hot
I made
Place yourself in the shoes
Of a people's leader
From drug kingpin to President either
Is off the meter
Your best man can turn it or squeeze
Ya burn you
I gun it gun it gun it gun it gun it
Run it, run it, run it run it
I can't get it off my mind
So I run it, run it, run it
Keep my focus stay aligned
I
cruisin' in a car with this boozy broad
She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off"
Hit a you turn, Ma I'm droppin' you back off
Front
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let's go
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama
you need? (I need some weed)
Aw man, I don't even fuck with the weed no mo' (What?)
Aw hell naw, man I got this new shit, man
This shit called
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
gon' fall off
Jumpin' out the trees with the ski's (with them ski's yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky
Calicos a cry
Gun powder cloud the sky
Bwoy dem nuh have nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide go
Hey
You coulda guard from head to yuh rass feet
Shot so fast
crown athlete do the drive by
Killer anuh twilight
From me see gun rise den a pie pie
No heart Cyah find
Fat bimma m3 do the drive by
Killer anuh
shoulda stayed on the shelf
Was in the trap all by myself
Sleepless nights tryna get off this baby
Big straps like the navy if we can't find him we
in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
The world going mad over one drug
I'm filling up a bag at the gun club
In
bust my gun
I bust my money gun gun
Roll the spliff up light it up
Back to back shots pouring Henny in my cup uh?
Whats the fun, if you ain't drinking by
and I ain't seen shit
But these niggas'll scream for plea
But for a G like me, it's just a case, really, you could see
I crack the MAC back and pop off
y'all niggas outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
y'all niggas outfits
We the glitch like Y2K
Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day
"Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible
self
Bad in my Benz, bad wid me belt
Big bad bitch pan me hip a bring a friend
Pop off a gun shot a buss innah yo, shut the fuck up
Me a the dan a your
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