Lyrics:
codeine, more lean
Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me
Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me right? It wasn't me
It's not my M.O., see me I make it
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
the rabbit got the gun
When I cock back, police better run
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, fuck 12
16 shots
Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see
the guns by the couch in the living room
Company act up, we give it to them
Send it to them like emails
Let them sell his soul
Put his body on retail
If we
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
a lawda
Vybz Kartel nuh live by nuh orda
Park lane man them wi shot up yuh Prada
May Pen, Jerome, adid real don dada
Skeng Don remain as the fada
Hundred
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
Aye
Man them
Where them at?
Hey
Aye aye
Pull up in block (Man dem)
My Gee pull up In block (Man dem)
Pull in block (Hey)
My Gee just got shot (Man
the realness
Put ya motherfucking choppers up if ya feel this
(Bust one) Now bust one (gun shot) Not just one (two gun shots)
And if ya want some get some, I
daddy (sponsor)
It can be a fucking homicide, it can even be a suicide
I'ma kill a nigga by a gun, or even by a fucking knife
Nikiwa show man I'm killin'
He shot me down, Lucille
Bang bang bang, went Frankie's gun
He shot me down, Lucille
He shot me down
He shot me down
Work zones double fines
Don't
on to the highest degree)
Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin'
Could it be, and would
on to the highest degree)
Now that could be the Wu-Tang production
Start to knuckle up and, gun shots start to click the block's duckin'
Could it be, and would
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
went blank
The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kin, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you're killing your son
I heard a gun shot another man died at the block
Better days are just a dream and who's to blame if they can't stop
I heard a gun shot violence
that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)
Gun show, I dropped
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
home and get shot
Then I said baby it wasnt my fault this man had a gun on me
Besides how was I to know that you was gettin down with this crooked ass
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
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