Lyrics:
Yo! Of course I saw when Gwen Stefani grab him by him tie
And carry him and introduced him to the naked guy and said don't be shy
Weh yuh tink
or the other what it gotta be
Tell me why my momma gotta lie to me
Unity for everyone that lied to me
Peace on earth what I try to be
I just wanna spread
It's other ways out the city
I'm tryna influence the youth
You don't wanna die young in these trenches
I'm tryna influence the youth
Don't need a gun
I hit the cop
I kept swingin', yo, I couldn't stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin' the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was
]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Wherever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Come
New York, set it off)
Yo' ha ha ha ha ha yo' yo'
(LS in this biaatch)
We in the motherfuckin' west coast right now
(Westside) word to mother, my nigga
the S
You'll be relieving your stress
All my niggas on the East Side
Throw up your guns
All my niggas on the West Side
Throw up your guns
All my niggas from
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
Me holla respect, to all the gun
even took my first step
I made it out, I'm bringin' mad joy
The doctor looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"
Me holla respect, to all the gun
to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back
with all my boys, you know I'm sayin'?
Yo, turning mad chicks (cyaan', run back ah her all the while, you know?) (check it deep)
Turning everybody
hanging.
We must form gangs to heal each other, not gangs to kill each other.
It's time to put the guns down, because if Black Lives Matter,
Then we gotta
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
She got a gun in her purse right now
A pocket scale in her purse right now
I brought my weed in her purse right now
I brought my pills in her purse
Story of my life... Yeah!
1st VERSE
Me ne me boys, sika nni yɛ botom a, kɔm tumi de yɛn saa ma y'ani peepee.
Adwendwen n'adɔɔso nti yɛntumi nnyɛ
gotta start falling (buh, buh)
True, what I do from sun up (is for a come up)
Wake up with my gun up ('cause when I sneak that's when they run up)
So
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my B back on
Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't complete
'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All
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