Lyrics:
I'm living in that 21st century
Doing something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring
reach my goals this year - by I'm 21
Ij got myself here
You just got yourself here
But we got the power
Just trust your gut feeling
It's a time for
You got me runnin' for my life like this shit was a game (yeah, 21)
I'm a bad guy (bad guy)
Try me, nigga, we gon' pull them MACs out (pull them
gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you (I
gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you (I
straight or the right kind of Christian[00:28.44]That's where I live and it ain't no joke[00:30.01]Surrounded by motherfuckers toxic as smoke[00:31.93]When
they do it on them buses
Come and get you like buster
All my side women know
Do I still roll with Buster?
I don't lay down, play around with no nigga
off[01:16.46]Years gone by[01:19.18]You haven't said a word[01:21.86]You got yourself stuck in a[01:24.65]Different reality[01:27.35]Why is it so hard[01:29.78]For you
her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who
ether, I spit urancha
Describe how you devils move
Scream on MC's as I recline on my pedestal
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in
this by myself need no help
I stay glowing got the game under my belt
You can tell which way I'm going don't need a bitch I need a Benz
I'm tryna run up
As time passes through by the second
Without your love
Just as dancing penguins
Alone at the
Waltz of the autumn night
I ask if you'll be mine
I feel
a gangsta party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on
Hughey P. Lewis with Air Force One's on
I gangbang but I'm the opposite
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take
about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take
I'm ignoring[00:43.07]Talk to me when it's important[00:45.10]Wait nigga freeze[00:46.07]My neck is zero degrees[00:47.45]Look at chain and you
and if
I take you by the hand
You give me a smile
We stick together and we'll do anything
In the end we'll be with you
We're holding down this
21st century
niggas keep em a gun
So you know imma keep a gun
You got one you might blast
Them young boys they get on yo ass
Some n*ggas say that sh*t is sad
For
start disappearing
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
I'm gun grippin
Life death roll the dice Know you don't get to go twice
Don't ask back Make sure you
I am back with a new gun
For destroy all the real trash
Don't get up, just sit down
I'm here for clear your mind
Everyone loves you babe
Anyone see
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
I don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so cold
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by
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