Lyrics:
Kicking in doors, f*** with my conscience
All of my dawgs yeah they real
Cannot fake 'em
Used to buy guns off the street
Now I make 'em
I trick a n**** just
the criminal behavior
I'm a gangsta with paper, and plus I got flavor
My identity by itself causes violence
I catch them without they badge and gun
[Chorus:]
I Dont Give A Fuck, Bitch You Betta Run
Im Livin (Livin For The Love Of My Guns Muthafucka)
Put The Safety Off, Bustin Tears Down
Im Livin
redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Now Killaman what would you do?
First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost
The last of mohicans with this lyrical shit
I'm a guardian
Second born still at attention
Been this way since birth
Green light my project Mr. Exec
Let's
Ima Naija Boy they still gotta End Sars
Shawty Darkskin like Cocoa
Put some diamonds on your neck i might flood it rose gold
And i took you shopping...
made the Forbes Cash Kings list
A wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas
But I can never drown, I rose, Kate Winslet
Gassed up, took a quick
grinned and bowed
Made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun
While he laughed to the gods out loud
And it made me want to jump... out a window
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung
are the sexiest man
Mr. Jin, I love the way you do your things
[Jin]
The moral of the story is
Don't judge a book by its cover
I know you think
drive by ina di tint up
To di bwoy face di ball ah fire
One ah dem ah try run
Yuh wah buy a sprint out?
Mek di fire from di bryco iron him shirt
Him
[Mr. Shadow]
It's the master of the dark
Stalkin anybody talking about the incident
Tryin to blow it like if I was the president
Narcotic selling
feel like they been sacked by tuck
My n****z dont give a middle finger up
It's all fair love in war where we come from
I made it love it or hate it
of tha young folk
Yo simity Sam
It gettin gun hoe
Nicca bank account got one 0
He could snort lines wit his dick
N wont cum dope
They stringin' you
until the day I'm chosen
Rose
So if you slide by late
We can fuck til' the morning
& if you slide by late
Don't be shy while you pouring
Said you
remember I was a water boy
No wakin up n smellin roses we smelt gun smoke
Smoked em like piff we light yo ass up wen our guns blow
You Hea me talk in slangs
a freak hoe, but I love to see a future tho
In it I been with it, since a nigga won a jeer bowl
Senior year I had N.A.O by the truckload
Drop my first shit
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic
to each one suckered in or rather lured by each lyric
contoured to thee com-plexity of "n-o-va-shun" I,"nn-o-v-a-shun"
bi-coastal vernacular enables
[Chorus:]
I Dont Give A Fuck, Bitch You Betta Run
Im Livin (Livin For The Love Of My Guns Muthafucka)
Put The Safety Off, Bustin Tears Down
Im Livin
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
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