Lyrics:
like forest they keep running, tech n9ne, gunning, watch your back for the bitches with the sickness, come and get this pistol grip, hit a nigga with
the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane, I'm aimin' at your skull
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't-I don't love hoes, mane, I'm
junk
Meet the pistol grip pump
Pistol grip pump, meet Mr. Rockefeller
We finna take him out, do him like Old Yeller
It's been too damn long, his
Yo! The Marine Rapper wants to let the world to know
That he and his group of Military Musicians are here to destroy the competition
They're bringing
and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme
Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, come
you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger,
got a problem, all my niggas solve it
Why you bitches so pressed for?
Don't make me pull out my pistol
Damn! Hop up in my lap, get high
Pistol grip
cocked back, niggaz better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama biggie bring
[verse 2]
For big i learn to grip
you know the routine, the cream
Earings, you know the drama Biggie bring
For BIG I learn to grip aim and cock it
Once I got it, I lock it
Banger,
shit's O'fficial
I grip the pistol then shots bang
Or Cave ya chest in wit' a
Bat to get jacked boy
(Jakkboy) this how you Roc (k) chains
Remember Jakkboy
I'll never quit
You Duel wit the pistol use my iron fist
Every time you shoot at me, ya shoot at ya self
Hate me? Ya hating ya self, crab in a basket I
the life and she can't get a grip
Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip
I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick
Hundred thousand
the back so much ass had to grip Her
(Come here)
When she blow make me think of my Pistol
(My pistol)
All the money we make be residual (Residual)
If you
Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
We roll through, but we never change for 'em
So
Ron-Ron, do that shit
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe
niggaz
[Chorus- Kurupt]
I can see it, youse a jealous, motherfucker
It ain't really nuttin you can tell us, motherfucker
Look me in my eyes you
loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You
on pretty lady
Born to be angry
Grip of the vice
Click on the trigger, girl
Sip wine on ice
It's about time
Best to rewind
You better blow
that ar-15
With a pistol grip
If a nigga try me
He getting pistol whip
(Get over here)
Ar-15
And you know I bought the Mickey Mouse
Niggas claim they
Ery one out here is packing pistols
This life suggest you gets your issue
They at the range. They hit won't miss you. It's on
Getting gunned down out
stay thug up in this game and remain the same.
So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear
Pistols poppin', buckin' them bodies
a bit
But politics was on everybody's
Hot this summer list
And the cool kids were all rockin' votes
I shit you not, I was pistol
Whippin' cops for hip
(in) shoot it out, got them long horns like Texas bitch
Look at my necklace, maybe hit a nigga disrespect this click
My pistol grip sound like this,
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
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