Lyrics:
Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Oakland, Little Rock, c'mon!
[Verse 2]
You see it's hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
my amigo my peer,
Just waitin for them three words that all girls wanna hear.
"I love you! " HUH! - You would start to cry if
I would reply with I-L-Y!
two Glocks like it's polygamy
Had pistols in my face but that can't take my masculinity
No I don't go two hard im more like three like its a trinity
crack
I keep a g pack by my left nut sack
Niggz know rain snow sleet sunny
I be trappin juggin finessin and gettin to the money
On point pistol tucked
Intro
Come on
I go by the name of Dee Shy
This is your girl
I'm down with my crew BLAK PROPHETZ AND DME
AND MY HOME GIRL ANNETTE BEE
I'VE GOT
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
to the basics
Now what's my name, serial numbers, and taxes
Don't act like a governor keep it straight to the intros
[Chorus]
Now bring it back to that one, two
always on a search
Looking for the up come we need that work
1911 two bullets at the same time
Send a nigga hell and heaven wit the same rhyme
No mo Play
that pistol cock;
Pressed it to the side of my face, as i heard screams/
He was crying out into the night sky as he just squeezed; POP!
(Chorus)x2
the dungeon pits
[REPEAT]
[Verse 2:]
Something from my culture
I stay to harmony
The way of life that best suits me
I sincerely love Allah's mathematics
hit you
'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
I solemnly swear on my daughter's tears
The nigga that got 'em in the head'll feel it
peepholes on my car kit's (woo)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All black, one gunman john Wick
an alcoholised voice in my ear screams
PLAY WONDERWAL
So I put the capo on the 2nd fret and strum that first chord
Em7 makes my ears bleed but it pleases
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Aight, keep all that, keep all that
next work be your best work
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
letters come by threeʼs. RIPʼs, TBTʼs, fuck yoʼ posts and yoʼ tweets. (I) talked to GOD I made my peace. I canʼt win wars down on one knee. But that’s just
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
Jesus loves me, yes I know (Oh yeah)
For the Bible tells me so (and I believe it in my soul)
[Verse 2]
Speaking of the word, it's sad that not all get it
I stacks my mail, uh
All these niggas wanna see me fail, uh
That’s just the intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh
After the fire comes
holdin' it down from the block to the pen (YEA!)
[Verse 1]
Dirty South, dirty mouth, yes, I'm guilty nigga
Keep a pistol by my side for dem filthy niggaz
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