Lyrics:
see or feel
Exactly
Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin'
Yeah, we done promotin'
We come for
a mister will raise a fever blister
oh you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas are always out with fellers
in the rain or the blazin sun
But
Striving for a distant future
Navigated by computers
Guns on standby all sharp shooters
Time to blast off hyper boosters
Striving for a distant
Let by gone
Be by gone
Leave haters alone
We no need to buy gun
Let by gone
Be by gone
Leave haters alone
We no need to buy gun
Kpokpogiri
I hope you
say? There only one way you can bring about a revolution for people.
Only way you can— only way you can bring it on, that by— is by killing.
you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
Accident
is in my soul, and so are you
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm riding with you baby, in it for the long run
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm living
impression
Their promises are washed down by their own gutters
Later get choked and they blame it on squatters
Manifesto wizards, rallying monsters
I'm
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
my Remington.
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas are always out with
my Remington.
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas are always out with
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
stop the hate
Unless we persuade rounds downrange
2A, W-T-F, A-T-F
Where do they get their facts check
Rules are ridiculous
I been looking everywhere for
the payback for evil shit you did to me
They call me militant, racist 'cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin', motherfucker censor this!
My words are
when the H N I see and the are A double P
Strap with them G you N Z
My gunz popping, your gunz pop
We could go out shot for shot
We can do it
it's only used for show
Religion Guns & Money
We talkin' bout
Religion Guns & Money
It's all about
Religion Guns & Money
Religion Guns & Money
Till we
tomorrow love sweet by and by
For the child who is coming and for dreams that come true
Sing a song for each other for me and for you
Sing a song for all
When the days they come and the nights they fall What are we here for? What are we here for
When the days they come and the nights they fall What are
am back with a new voice
Killing people, smoking like a clown
Empire down, crazy up
Walking with my gun
Are you ready for
Empire down, crazy up
Walking
talking racist whack shit
Living in her wonderland bubble, bubbling up, damn
You searching for the problem, shawty, that's it
Oh say can you see
Guns
straps
Anytime I'm looking in my pot, bro, it's all crack
And right now, these bitches are badder than ever
Your broski got touched, go and bang for
And you will be faithful
Uh huh uh huh
Yea
CHORUS
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When i lust trust i bust my gun
When i rush
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
waiting to be changed by you
This is for the warrior outnumbered so cruel
This is for a world that's longing for the truth
Melting down like tree sap
Taste
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