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a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
time, got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
And one in the ankle, waitin' for someone to come to my place
Tryna walk up and knock, like these cocksuckers are not
Gonna get a shotgun or a Glock
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
hunted for a bounty posted by a greedy man
Death and loathing follow me no matter where I ride
Ten years ago I'd earned the name The fastest gun alive
you have your niggaz holdin' you down
And when I hold heat I just hold it for delf
Why ask a nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by
When it's time to go to war
Is your guns big enough?
Or are you minor league, shit
I call your bluff
You got tough talk, but your walk, feminine
We
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We
we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We
Never forget that you are loved
You know that you are loved
Lil Bobby got a gun now, age fifteen
Destined to spend his life inside a cage
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,
quarterback
Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause why'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul why'all a** in
It's for the hood by
you're from
Cause where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for out-of-towners
Come through fronting
for the brink
What's gonna happen now? In all of our cities?
My people are rising; they're living in lies
Even if they have to die
Even if they have
the street, they die young
Gun play everyday, they pull the trigger no delay
Two of my young niggas died by the gun
Mother saying prayer for her son, he died
Papi gallant
Bonded by blood of ancestral struggle
Bao's line lives on shit that took hustle
Forefathers slaves oh man what a hustle for
The white man
Don't fuck with us, you don't want none
Don't trust no one, so we brought guns
Know guns'll bust when the squad come
No bumpin' gums, we don't talk
Nick Lord and JB De Prxnce
I hope you have a suit of armor for this shit
Huh alright
Lets get it
We are oppressed
We are exploited
We are
spin back
We are not done so please spin back please spin back
Guns
Please spin
Back
Back
Please spin back
Guns
Please spin
Back
Back
Please spin back
Runnin' Like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So
for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. ?cause mc ren has a 100 miles of
runnin
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
The seventh son of a seventh son of a son of a gun from Per-rr-rr-th
Hoot Mon, out o' my way, who do you think you are
It's the toe o' my boot,
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