Lyrics:
nuh get shot clip drop out a it
dream last night dream last night
a gun appeared to me and every man dead by it
nightmare come to pass gee them a move
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
the gun and began to shout
"ay y'all all lets break out got 'em dip out
Now as I left there goes the boys in blue
They pointin they guns at my four man
get physical
Shot's gonna hit it get clinical
Money man money man money man
I get the bread with my eyes closed
Money man money man money man
I said
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
a gun
Back out the knocks, throwing like the suns
Niggas be bummy, niggas be my sons
If I spot me a orange cleezy, hop out the V send shots at his figi
If
Clark, restraint wasn't enough
They shot him in his head while he was in handcuffs
(K)
Khiel Coppin was mentally ill, but
They say he had a gun, all he
hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings
waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigger
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
(Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool)
wid di black rain
Rifle shot mash dem up, like a crash plane
Drive-by, rifle a wave like smaddy
A seh bye bye yaad full a body like a
Yah suh name
a place to buy guns, buy guns
Buy guns, buy guns
On a drive in Wyoming
On the radio a sermon
24 dead Austin
Shot down by a boy
There will always be
shot (Wait)
Or a leg shot
Then we out
Leave a nigga with a headshot
He crying out to his mama
Nigga's know me I go outside
They call me by Flexx Balla
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
murder is murder by any name
An young man loses his only job
To proud to hustle, too honest to rob
He goes to tell his family an his wife
But an argument
shoes. They were physically
Shaking scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical
I'm a wild man; I got a gun under every arm, if you say
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
to you
No thanks to
Load up your six-shot baby
Put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns, your
to you
I walk this road alone
Load up your six-shot baby
Put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns
Feeding on the wrath of man
Shot down, traumatic
Time haunted by the past
Long gone, dogmatic
Although the die is cast
Shot down, volcanic
look out
before these braveheart motherfuckers put they gun in your mouth
[Hook:]
We on your blocks
We got glocks
You get robbed
The man get shot
That
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