Lyrics:
seen a hunnid bands
When I put a gun to my head act like I'm wiping my nose
That mean I'm ready to kill a n**** and smell a n**** that told
These
f***a)
What, what, what, what, what
Yo, this for my n****s in the streets
(What what what what)
Foreign cars and the jeeps
(What what what what)
Make
Freddy Krueger cause a bad dream
Let these razors disturb the peace
No ludacris with me I promise this was meant to be
Keep a gun and you know i got
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See
dumb moths
I'm sick with it
Man I spit until my tongue sore
N' you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See
one more notch on his gun
And when he turned to go
The beautiful maiden knelt down
Where her dead sweetheart lay
And on his breast placed a rose
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
cause this boy around my neighborhood got shot
Name plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when crack first hits the streets
to this one n****
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n****
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now
I was serving junkies out the peephole
Ran the streets I could be a keynote
Young n*ggas dying for the C notes
All we ever wanted was a kilo
Shoot
In a black sedan for the backup plan
Tell the fire department bring back up, man
Extra trucks with extra hoses
We got extra Guns 'n' extra Roses
Use
Kicking in doors, f*** with my conscience
All of my dawgs yeah they real
Cannot fake 'em
Used to buy guns off the street
Now I make 'em
I trick a n**** just
Uh uh, uh huh
Clipse (Clipse) , Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
Yeah, whooo
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
no Been down that road
Can't you picture me rocking rose gold
Cruising down the street driving slo mo
Ina brand new whip on low pros
My son by my
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
the sunshine
I dream of all the people I talked to in my lifetime
Different cultures, different nations
Happy people, lucky people feeling my vibrations
They
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
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