Lyrics:
from pools of this skunk blunt
Two things I smoke away, that's why many murders in one
When I left em like clothes, retaliation was mine
ain't never had no gratitude
Layzie Bone be crazy killin' with a ganksta attitude
Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down
Me breakin' 'em down, man
Bump
down alright now
I feel free
I'm rollin' with my niggas an we just bought the bar
I feel free
Shawty lookin' at me 'cause she know I'm a star
I
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down
to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
how you can't get that shit
All these bitches on my dick
I don't love em' give em' shit
She gon' fuck and suck the clique
Don't know how you can't get
pistols, my straps, my peppa my pistols my straps
My oozies, my choppas my gats, my oozies my choppas my gats
The wires the taps the traps
Po-po got me
they fuckin neck in silence
Boy they load they guns and cock em
Damn them boys just pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol poppin
(Yeah hoe) They pistol
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
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
I'm screaming peace with a pistol and clocking this cash
Survive by any means cuz I was Born to Last
Born to Last, Born to Last
Beyond a Reasonable
Bodies be droppin' down around Queens
By different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
The seams
The end of the drama center,
for me baby slow it down right here
[Verse 2:]
Call it what ya want it
Ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a black up in my sector can I
of Milli-Vanilli
motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf
Got 'em all under pressure
[Chorus]X2
[Tech N9ne]
Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey
Lookin' down at these imposters
Hurricane whip with my father
Hurricane whip with my daughter
I'm livin' life like a mobster
I serve that kush like
Heh, you still wearin' a mask?
Bro, it's 2021
Yo, you lookin' mad stupid bro
Come on, come on take that thing off
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Masked up out
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
Word up, boy
Straight up, nigga
Takin' over the fuckin' industry (word up)
(Onyx)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
I don't get tired
I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
Come and get it if you lookin
I ain’t stretching though
Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna
got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word
So a fuck boy text me and says "DTF?"
And I said sure!
I'm down to fight
Bitch I wanna fist fight
I don't wanna fuck
Pistol grip on my wrist tight
Lookin' at my momma in her eyes (momma)
Lookin' at me like a new person (new person)
She tellin' me I need to slow down (slow down)
The pain don't go
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
played me false
We had em eatin, shit 'posed to been squashed
I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all
She likes the Monie in
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