Lyrics:
hands it's a fact
Gotta be a bitch if you wanna use the gat
What's the true price of another humans life?
Is the crew hype when you shooting out their
Large amounts of neediness and greed, see cuz half of us fight for trash
When do we gather by the staff?
And lower the flag? When do we put the guns down,
Sito
Two Glocks on me when I pose
My right hand just out in parole
Got facе tats, people say that I'm loco
I'm a ninetiеs baby
I don't go by no street
man pointin’ fingers at
The next man
Madman runnin’ from an agent with a gun
And badge somewhere in the badlands
Sacred hands shaped the world laid
By cops, he stopped and dropped
No heart so they gone take mine
Hands being your back and spread your feet
You gettin' shot because you
Don't appear
through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun
Played out, droppin' ya
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The few mackaronies, a lotta new clonies
Cold got phoney for them Grammy's and them Tony's
That's how you know
through the park cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jaw
Hear them
of state
The punishment is banishment
Tarnishing and vanishing
I'm runnin' shit
Titanic panicking
Manic depressant
Addicted to adolescence
At the end
be a fool stash your jewels
(Marlon Brando)
Hey yo I tried to do it
But Feds jumped out the Buick and blew it
Hopped the fence with my gun drew it
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average
No one’s impervious to the furnace
The burns
Whoever’s turning is the three-ring circus
I’m holding my hands
The healing powers of Helios
fresh blood on hand
Five: why just shells? Why limit your self? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!
Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell
get exhausting
We got guns and roses hoes with the mostest
The dope is the coldest
Sweet child of mine is overdosing
Welcome to the jungle where we
I went into kindergarten with a decent mind state
Next year I made a few friends and I was still unphased
Then I tried to kill myself in only second
knicks and dimes
I’m not trying to survive
I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it alot, niggas they hate keep a gun by my cock
Meet tia and tamera
the mind.
Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.
Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for
the chamber, gun in yo hand.
Pressure so heavy it’s hard to withstand.
Screaming to God as you drop to your knees.
Gripping that pistol reluctant to squeeze.
to hell in a hand basket
I kill the TV cause I can't stand the sound
Man it's bringing me down
No good news to be found
Fox News is telling Lies
CNN won't
the crowd
and now I'm giving chase
You runnin' ya lip till I pop off and run in ya face now are runnin' away
You getting' these hands I do not need a gun
to just breed
Yeah we planting a seed boy we dancing on these
Motherfuckers who weep when we hand them the deeds
To the mansions we lease and a fat sum
and drug sells, Where the community is divided by hatred and gun shells, no tripping on the past, Gucci slides on the gas, Reflecting on it all wit my hands
the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell
calls late at night
I was worried sick didn't know if you were alright
Neither did you with the gun in your hand
The thing is that people don't understand
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