Lyrics:
scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin will stop, when I put you in a headlock,
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin noggin
I grab
now we tied
Ima go by myself nigga don't need a ride
Crush him in his temple he can't use his mind
Ion feel right taking what's not mine
But your soul
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
baby boo you
You held me down so when I make that ching I'ma up your account
That goes for my brother, sisters, mom and my dad as well
In the AM I take
could take it back
Hold that shit down and get your weight up
Put in your pill papers and
Keep your faith up
'Cause when you was trappin'
Baggin' your
you run up on me then they gun you down
And everyone round me been fake
So only my day ones can come around
Your bitch coming to me and she spilling
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
This is AB Gravy speaking
-Hey put your gun down
It ain't even like that dawg
Nah man, we don't play that round here
This is magnificin pimpin'
Repeat
Or those popsicle makers for your icebox
Got a coffee pot with some pots and pans
Or that plastic thing that can crush pop cans
Got a paintball gun with
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
with you wearing my hoodie
Fuck the merch I put it on clearance
Make it cheap change your appearance
Stay away don't be an interference
People in
no boy ready today!
Dem say me guh' crazy
Just protecting meself'
Gun fit me smooth like snapback,
Since school days 'cya diss
We a box dat down
Old 38
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
better than a lot of y'all records
Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit 'em up fast, watched them die
you want to name?
I want pain that I can be tamed
Talkin' about guns, punk, it don't alarm me
Got enough cash to make a whole damn army
I can't
G's that put in work in the 80's and still in the mix
It's either in you or not
Your cloth got plenty in stock
The fabric Im cut from don't exist they
have anything to say before the court goes any further?"
Me jus' say
Me never bring no gun that day, Your Honour
Me never bring no gun that day
"Police, open up"
"Aww shit"
"We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em"
"What the fuck did I do,
"Police, open now"
"Aww shit"
"We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em"
"What the fuck did I do,
powerful
In the world and our
Military will be invincible! We'll take
Away your guns but
Make you happy! Your days of being
Told that you need to
Seek
is up to you
So create it or damn it down all to hell
But the fire still flows through my bloody veins
And I'm never gonna quit on any day
Better
And they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice
Gun slang
You know we raised on the concrete
I know one thing
We from the trenches not
had enough)
Reversed that now it's an incline
Put it down and start again
Vicious cycle pulls me in
Escape velocity
Too high sometimes it seems (That
And I don't hate people by
Race color or creed to put it simple
I'm just hatin' every motherfuckin'
Thing that breathes and I'm so raw
I make everything
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