Lyrics:
violence was brung
Regulated and balanced the slums
Brought in a cat with a talent for guns
Click quick to silence a Dunn
Convoys of black limos
Employs
Life’s not so smooth
Is not a bed of roses
Full of ups and downs
With guns and roses
Hope for the best
and live for the worst
In everything you
in my face, i ignored that/
but after i got touched, dont u notice gun crime went up/
cuz my hood is on fire n we just dont give a fuck/
i seen to many
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
admission fee
But I was sure, house belong to me
They told us to go in stereo
Machine guns 'gainst spear and bow
Egged on by TV cameraman
Someone
you can still shot like IV
If a n*gga pull up we gone leave his dead laying down on the crime scene
And they ask why that n*gga had to try me
Look,
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
and shootouts, I did crime with my brothers (crime)
His pain my pain (my pain)
Bitch, I'm cryin' with my brothers (cryin' with my brothers)
Bitch, we ain't
symétriquement
Disent qu'le Rap n'est
Qu'un divertissement, direct
Ils s'branlent
Teste pas ce serait une perte de temps
'teille de Jack
Verre de champ', faut
crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh)
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
2021 ain't no motherfucking fun
Suicide is rampant, by overdose or guns
Covid fucked up business, families running outta funds
Bodies of Native
glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,
This perfect getaway,
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,
Rippin' up the trench and,
I'm
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
(Aint scared of nun n****a,
Platinum, Prezzy
This a P right here)
My n****s really killers
My n****s really on it
My n****s got more guns then the whole
But we doing half the crimes
Look at the damn situation
Got no money for basic living
Caused by redlines and segregation
So what can we do but crime
einfach steh'n
So viel Cash, so viel Beef, so viel Energy fließt
Denn dein Best Friend wird schnell zum Enemy
Du siehst zu viele Guns auf meiner Stirn
time to take action, conduct the perfect crime
The rude, sharp-tongued cops versus the bandits
Pleading and cries are stuffed in a bandage
Heaven
again by segregating the inferior from
The Nordics, We need gun control! Political
Expediency is crucial
And I'll benefit the economy!
With me in charge
to me that you'll take B
Bone and B.I.G., die slowly
I'ma tell you like a- told me
"Cash rule everything around me"
Lyrically, n- can't see me
It,
the day yuh did born
Don't give me roses when I'm dead and gone
Jah know I ain't perfect
But she knows that I try
cnd Every wrong made
I been tryna make
gun wit em
Fuck it we gon set this bitch off bitch I’m done wit em just run wit em
I’m finna pull up in a drop top
Let off a couple shots n get
One Time, Uh
We done been in the cold too many nights man.
February nights and I’m wearin' all black
Get betrayed by the people that I came wit fall
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