Lyrics:
by low light
Car crash low light
Can't wear my mask your first my last
Voice goes by
Two birds is what they'll see
Getting lost upon
y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well
you, I'm not that kind to say that
I spent my lights in the streets with beef crooks
shook cats get lifted off thier feet with heat
nobody loves, you can
the light
Lotta secrets I only told to 5th of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't
the green light to die (sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin' hypno'
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, 'til I
might think i'm paranoid but that's the way that it go
When a criminal is out in society on the low
I'm just another native off the reservation
Living by
don't love no trick where your heart at
Light skin slim thick from the projects
But I love 'em all the same
Whachu gon' do with it
I could tell by
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
on the wrist
Two steps, hands in the air, this my shit
Look at shorty light-skinned, damn she's so thick
How she poppin', I can't wait 'til she drop it on my
my name outta your mouth
Grabbin you by your lapel
Now get the fuck out of my house
Two tone two tone
Better watch how we cook up the 2 for
With 2
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
And them geek
after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist fights
popping slugs, stomping haters like drugs
I wonder, is there a heaven for a plug?
Drinking spirits, possessed by a thug
Short fuse cause 2pac is my muse
lift the weight that been resting on my mind
How you 'posed to live with a pistol on your side
Hours pass by, I only count the days
Ima risk it all yo
It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays
This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two)
One you done when I see (see) you (you)
[Chorus]
Five (five), four (four), three (three), two
school"
I'm not confused that just
Ain't what I wanted
I'd rather jump on all these beats
Look what I do on 'em
First I cut back 3 and put 2 on it
Dj Turned
So I never close my eyes
An des niggas stay hatin so I keep my pistol by
An the feds stay listenin neva talk up on dem lines
Keep yo hustle lowkey
price off
And they know it's real
Fuck with me and they gon fuck your life off
Never seen the Federal Pen
And I don't plan on getting by one
Material
mean to be hard but that’s life
God, if we drive by in the
Night with the lights off you got no hope
Kick rocks or get shell-shocked
We unload, hit
[Chorus}
Zip of dope
Blowin' out the window that's that indo mixed with
Pistol smoke
Raisin' up the tempo I am tempormental
Bitch I know
Life is so
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin' down by the year two G
I'm goin be flyin through
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