Lyrics:
Just tell the nigga I am Him
I know them crackas mad
Them bitches can't pin me down to shit
Business owner
Don't try that shit
Bitch I went legit
21
hit me through text messages
Begging me fuck trying to schedule it like I'm selling dick
Tell a trick, "That shit for kids" and then I tell em "Dip!"
the life of your son
Tell me what the laws done? Tell me what the law is
Please, tell me what the last straw is
Can these politicians please get to drawing
the life of your son
Tell me what the laws done? Tell me what the law is
Please, tell me what the last straw is
Can these politicians please get to drawing
the life of your son
Tell me what the laws done? Tell me what the law is
Please, tell me what the last straw is
Can these politicians please get to drawing
the life of your son
Tell me what the laws done? Tell me what the law is
Please, tell me what the last straw is
Can these politicians please get to drawing
could be a remember
See my gun go chop like it put you in a blender
Read an obituary and tell me why your name is on the motherfucking header?
Most you
380's,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, I done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want
[Other
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle
Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle
Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard
to keep niggas dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already know the deal but what the fuck do I tell my son?
I want him living right,
to give up the gun, give up the gun, give up the gun
If i....
Come down! come down from the ceiling!
Tell me what you meant by that
Let me know, if you're
Twenty-three shots to his car, Michael Jordan
Brrt, bah bah bah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
Speak them facts nigga, gang
My gang or no gang, yeah
Tell me what's
graphic
How bout * got put on the catfish
Lad I ride for the gang
Trust Don't play in the 21 era
And if u take that trip
And you wear that risk
Tell mum
Mic check, 1-3-1-2
It’s that cunt 21, from the 312
He Sun Zhu, and I got 'em asking me, “um, dude
How the fuck is everyone still sleeping on you?”,
time I hear a 21 gun salute
I say
I'm hanging on by Geppetto's strings
Hoping god don't cut me down
Praying for another night with you
Dear lord don't
She said nice to meet you
But she didn't tell me her name
With red lipstick and pale pink boots
This bitch just blew me away
Cocktails later
She
She said nice to meet you
But she didn't tell me her name
With red lipstick and pale pink boots
This bitch just blew me away
Cocktails later
She said
She said nice to meet you
But she didn't tell me her name
With red lipstick and pale pink boots
This bitch just blew me away
Cocktails later
She
yourself from the government
Well if you're gonna shoo them just use your fucking fists
As of January 21st 2018 1,049 innocent lives have been lost to gun
protesting
Why the gun blow the brains out the young?
May He resurrect him
Where I’m from
They still celebrate age 21
Oh My God.
When the hood go
(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here,
wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting
fuckin' buttfuckers
Run hippies run, I got 21 guns with me
Come around town
And you're done if you fuck with me
Yeah, drum circle, ching chang chong
Get
love
No matter what you do money
Stack your guns and ones
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even
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