Lyrics:
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
zone
All the SHIT I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
together ride or die.
Cos' you make me so high, high...
Got us an ounce at a discount
for the Holy Gun Jaw, for the Holy Gun Jaw.
When they asking what are
Don’t Come For My Gun
by Michael Macpherson
I’ve seen dumb, and seen dumber and they either wear an R or a D.
Gave up, on cable ‘cause you know
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
fast, hurt my knee
To my gang, ride for me
If I die, slide for me
USA economy
Guns and guns, Zack and Cody
Harry Potter got them sticks
Hittin' hard like
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
we'd rather gun lobbyists And politicians blinded by money
Fears and favors lead the slaughter of Children in schools
Imagine your children showing up
keep their bellies full
In love and war there are no rules
But in their eyes
Murder comes by sea and from the skies
It's shiny and it's quick to take
[Grym Reaper]
Ghettos are becomin lost
Shorties is outta they minds
If not for the courage of a chosen few
They stay dumb deaf and blind
Yo caught
arm wow it’s for life now
Shouldn’t get to this point but here we are child
One, two, three, four, I’m countin' for my brothers
One, two, three, four,
the H-A double M's
These bars I'm spittin' are so good y'all mistake me for Eminem
O-line's scored on all the time, it's 'cause I'm not in it
Y'all need
my pick up track
A forty five by my side
Just for luck
Verse #2
The man is telling me
Hand over my gun
It’ll be a cold day in hell
When i do that son
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
wish for a wife, Robert?
Don't, you're a lucky son of a gun right now
Hang in there
Actually, I didn't wish for anything
Whadaya mean you
are (where'd you go)
Real lyrics with real bars (real)
Real rappers not reality stars (real)
Substance not hoes, guns and cars (nah)
Real hip hop show
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come
Are you ready
Here comes the change
Are you ready
For that change?
Almighty Father
He's a powerful Savior
Almighty Father
He's a powerful
Rinsed all em down
No Percocet
Could stall the pain
Fuck you, bitch
I can do bad by myself
I'm cool with losing you
For me to find myself
I don't want no
Might be dead by the morning so you better sleep tight
Told these nigga better get away from me cuz
I got a gun
I got a gun
I got a gun
I got a gun
I got
down by the river
Biblically accurate angels
Interrupted my dinner
I spilt my grits
All over my shoes
But the angels said "it's fine"
"Here's a gun for
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