Lyrics:
the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get ??? no problem Barry
You no cemetery, Home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
Without a doubt, you gonna hear that thing clap
Dog I take shit to heart cause I was born like that
I only got my word as a man when I give
When I
(Who you talking to?)
Shook cat! It could’ve been so easy
My wife passed, all I had was a dog and you went and took that so tingz got greasy
(Bop bop
want
Man these motherfuckers want me drop dead I'm sad now
My conscience telling me I ain't dead I'm back now
I been to long in the coffin time to get
and into the din and the glare
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks dog dirty and loaded for bear
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave
be clear
? I'm the man for New York ?
All ? in my new wardrobe
? I'll be by myself
Think of something sweet
Never been waxed
So that ain't one
In the heart of the west, if you live by the law of the land
When you wear the badge, they say, you're a lonesome man
I had one eye on the door,
All dem a talk wi nuh fraid a nuh bwoy
Fraid a nuh bwoy
Gun inna mi hand dis a danger nuh toy
Danger nuh toy
Ahh
Pussy dem think man a push ova
Till
All dem a talk wi nuh fraid a nuh bwoy
Fraid a nuh bwoy
Gun inna mi hand dis a danger nuh toy
Danger nuh toy
Ahh
Pussy dem think man a push ova
Till
a great speed
This pair is what we get instead of Waluigi?
Like DMX but a real dog
How you gon' flex on a light gun god
Hit 'em cross map, quickscope like
the guns and drugs
Guns and drugs
Come on, man, AP, big gas, yeah, man
East to west
I just get money out the way, keep it simple
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
that one day
You don't have one, bitch
When the sun's out, their guns' out
By sundown hear the gun sounds
They shoot-around like practice
But y'all know
tarnished
It's every man for himself when
It's dogs or feds and there was both and now
My nigga's on the ropes
And every nigga better hope that we get away
We
[Petey]
Man holla at ya dog
Petey Petey hey why'all hey why'all
Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off
Still reppin' for convicts in Sing-sing
Some of 'em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block
Some of 'em lie about the guns they pop
But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
You ready to give up?
You ready to end it all?
Don't do it dog, word up
I don't care if you
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-man
History in the making
Let's go
Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
Uh huh uh uhh, uhh
I spit the murder, murder,
Back at'cha
How we do
Primo, Jigga-Man
History in the making
Let's go
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the murder-murder-murderous
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