Lyrics:
Uh, 40 leave you niggas slumped (Boom boom)
Pussy you gon' need a bigger gun (hah)
I let off the drum and
Watch you niggas run and
Scream like
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
She be screaming like a
Demon when I’m fornicating call me Lucifer
It’s weird but the sex amazing
I’m from BK, she from AK, LA
Man fuck it baby
I’m
Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.
I’m the Type to go and get It
You know that’s by any
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
down, yeah
Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah
AK's, MK's, SK's, okay
Pin drop, locate your place, drive by
I'm thinkin' drive by
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine
a Nigga"
Miss Ghetto got 'em dreaming of loot and Swiss bankers
The finest weapons, packing tri-action Smith and Wessons
Unlike the 80's, ladies packing
won't be scared of us unless we're holding the gun
This is a call to action
My people open your eyes
We need to fight the system
Cuz now is the time
This
your trips if your duns come to shoot
Get greeted by a twenty-one gun salute
I keep 'em leery of the deadly '7 MC' theory
Soon as you they hear me, I
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
likely find it
Guns, drugs, sex, basically everything but guidance
Most of our life we guessing shit
The rest is left to science
They just give you
of the scheme
Rap about schools and the kids get taught
Rap about guns and the kids get shot
Rap about drugs and the kids get lost
Rap about sex and the kids got
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
lean and ice
Shooting stars in the night
Shooting action movie
I got real fucking guns yeah
45 degrees
Sliding real fucking tons yeah
Popping
bring the verbs in
Double action's loaded with Germans
Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin
Gun fights strike like a serpent
People nerves jerkin
tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
Corner sittin wine
bust
Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust
Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods
I'm 15 blocks deep in
poison, I'm poised
They picking my verse
See the dirtiest of the dirtiest
The godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun
Choke you with your car charger
Slay
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
Aye Geez
How I
What I said on that hook again cutty?
Matter fact pass me another pill
I'm bussing you heard
Holll up
Gun Powder in my DNA
Pentium
So follow me, I blame sovereignty for God we bust
Top Gun, move bright, smooth as Ice, sex and dust
Ante up the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck
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