Lyrics:
then they hate to go
Yo, Its to late to blow
Ya run around pay for hoes, that's why ya paper low
[Shyne - Hook]
We them niggas with big guns
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
out here tripping off a new wave
Niggas hating cuz I'm blinded by my own light
She said baby you the best I say touché
And we on
And we back, in
shout goes out to
I was stealin' from a bitch (slime), back when I was 21 (facts)
My favorite gun was a SIG (nine), 20 in the clip, head one (no
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
on the blicky (21)
I don't talk on phones 'cause I know these niggas Mickies (pussy)
All these rappers bitchy, Big 4L, we run the city (big facts)
Savage rock
thought it was a taser
I cannot be Black in peace no more
That's not safe
Before you go to war, it's R.I.P
See you later
Big gun, I'm pulling off
Squad
light and they know it’s up
19I don’t need the addy I done been through
20Backstreet then We on they block
21These young guns ain’t even outside
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
We hustling hustling no de pay
We change our mind on the paper chase
Mask on gun up we facing cing court case
We hustling no de pay
We change our
up, nigga (21)
I'll pick your ho up, nigga (21)
I'll beat her throat up, nigga (you dig?)
Sponsored by Pyrex, I'm scrapin' the bowl (skrrt)
Made
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
that I was playin'?
I don't know what the fuck these niggas thought
Grave digger, big 4L, I'ma made nigga (21)
Say they twins, throw they body in
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
performance[00:16.58]By none other than high-fidelity Mr. Morton[00:19.77]Nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Morton[00:21.98]High profile I'm just important[00:24.17]Nice to meet
Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that
they don't come outside
He said he a killer but he don't be sliding
We spent on they block and we caught that boy hiding
Bro bro said he don't use guns
raised by a gun
And it's ironic 'cause my pops
Ain't give me no advice rappin' in the car
But couldn't stay the same
'Cause there's no room to turn into
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
the gas to a pot of gold[00:21.62]Mack em down got a lot of hoes[00:23.57]Do it big don't never fold[00:25.68]Bitch I'm Demo[00:26.99]What's
big fish,
So dig this
I'm about to put them on the hit list so witness
Exquisite flows off the liquid
You motherfuckers can't get with a real nigger
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
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