Lyrics:
Is you really bout the pulling up on niggas
While they walking off stage
We don't make the same paper
Meaning we ain't on the same page
Big talk coming
rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
rock you Chaka baby 'cause my name is Melle Mel
Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft (ha, ha!)
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
the ratchet, you know I stay packing
Yo' eyes go so blackened like I should've backed away
But I'm like not afraid, thats a big price to pay
Seen it from a mile
shooters 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hatin', niggas know I got this K, nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah, I gun
Man on TV got a gun
Man on CD got a gun
I'm gonna get me a gun
Gonna be someone
I'm gonna be a man
Shoot 'em one by one
When I get my gun
You know
less[03:38.65]Big homie brought the dose Imma get my pay back[03:41.47]Told that lil' kid we gon' link at the cinema[03:44.08]Tell him bring nobody he don't know that
Rolls Royce so big gotta park it on the curb
And I gotta real big bag off a whole lotta pounds and a whole lotta birds
And I gotta whole lotta gangstas,
South Bronx punt, stab him like, oh no
That machine gun funk, big popper
Malcolm X by the window of the chopper
You niggas lost prophets
Been
mothafuckin' gun)
Wait till I get my gun (No, no
Don’t take your shirt off
Nigga we ain’t fighting)
Wait till I get my gun
(Wait till I get this mo’fuckin gun
Hey
See me point that gun at y'all me no play
Me come for murder them all the cowboy way
Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way
Me make
Know we walk by shootin' jam 2
If a dem alone, nobody nuh dead
If a we alone, everyday another marrow spread
Mr laing and bigga ford cyaa
Save yuh big
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
the gun jam
Flows like sniffin' a hundred grams o'
Cocaine raw, rip your whole brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift your chain off
BK
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like
shit
And where the feeling you can't
Pay for this shit
All my niggas pay for this shit
Cause we already rich and you
Know I'm the shit got fifty niggas
Yeah, yeah
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag
Yuck, daddy
Yuck, daddy
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey
Yuck, daddy
Yuck, daddy
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey
thug mothafuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
21 gun
off my dust (Wipe me down)
We Started from tha bottom only way to go is up (We goin’ up)
See where I’m from some might not make it to see 21 (21)
One
aready kno yuh dun know
Greece I start I revelation Greek apocalypse
21 gun salute fully automatic clips
Army green Nike jacket dem call mi di general
Eh
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