Lyrics:
car
Yo, yo (yo, yo)
Yuh brain will get float in with di big milli fourteen
My gun carry copper, no calcium, no protein
So you dead when e soak in
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
to a skeleton
Popping at the lip, that is irrelevant
Gangster what you never been
Should've been intelligent
I'll bury ya, heat off in my area
Slide up on yo
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, screamin' fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
the royal playas don't hate an innervator...
TECH N9NE 2nd verse:
You gotta disease nigga, so please ease away from me's nigga, my feas ease be's about that
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
motherfuckin' three
(And Yean High as me)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I got the smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke comin' up out my gun
Smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke
for my children and my kin
Til my brothers out the motherfucking pen I'm going in
Verse 2 (Ice-T)
Fuck it
Bout to bust it with guns in broad
accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete
Light a swisha, we miss ya
And for
gon' make me grip and squeeze my shit
Lifestyles of a ghetto child
Gun over rose, choose your weapon or pick your pose
One or the other nigga, no doubt
Get on yo' knees nigga
Get on yo' knees and pray
Huh, increase the doses, busting whoever closest
Thug living, hell or prison, never losing my
So why carry if you need a gaselle for real
[Peter Gunz: ]
Yo, when I caught my gun charge, your felony
Niggas ve tellin me, Gunz
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
coast, North and South
I got my niggas The Top Guns here
We gonna sign this one off like this:
My life's been a great story in the ultimate war
fuckin' tongue
I'ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand
people concerned
'Cause they know our return is confirmed by holding a gun firm
What's that in the distance?
You fucked slums raw 'til they gave birth
in every video
Cause there’s no known other place quite like my city, yo
Let me take you to a place where we get silly, whoa
Where no person in their
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
catchin' cases
Indeed, it was misery
Driven by my own demons, 'cause they was killin' me
How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?
Catch me dip into
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