Lyrics:
niggas, let me, where my
Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up
Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo'
high
If you ain't never been a hoe let these motherfuckers know
Put a pistol in air and go
Pistols in the air and let em go
Pistols in the air
You can
this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I
Handcuffs and hunting knives clang on the bars
Air pistols shoot out the lights
I've a whole wailing wall of electric guitars
Could shatter the windows
titties
Smoke a blunt or two
So put your hands up in the
Air like it's a pistol present
It's The Village triple 7s
Keep it simple man
All we do is wrap
Pause
Peace to pistol
In the air where I sweep my bristle
Imaginations colors see through
Gotta acknowledge all the risks that we took
Peace
your pistol with ya, three fingers in the air
If you really ride foreign, three fingers in the air
Gettin' paper like you touring, three fingers in
of us.
More kinds of thugs.
They offer designer.
More Kinds of drugs.
I'm Married to the air.
Pistol under the battery,
Dopes in the air.
[Chorus x2:]
let’s run it up
You can be my fam I can Love you and I still a 1 You Up
Just go freeze some paintballs load my air pistol and gun you up
And I’ll admit
the air, do your rain dance
Ay ay do your rain dance
Waving pistols in the air yelling gangland
Ay ay do your rain dance
With your people so you know
pop it
15 he gonna murder some
16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some
18 he gonna murder some
He threw his set up in the air
I put my pistol
(3,4) Eastside put your pistols in the air
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
I'm with my niggas, so I think they scared
Hood out the window
soldiers at
Put your pistols in the air
Where my soldiers at
Put your guns up
Tell me where my soldiers at
Put your pistols in the air
Where my, soldiers
My
caught by officer bob
See a bunch of cops
Standin' over there sayin'
Wave those fuckin' pistols in the mutherfuckin' air
Sayin'
Operation send the rescue
Boot on the start line
Pistol in the air
'Quila in the glass and a cold dead stare
Two minutes in baby make your move
If you won't do it I'll do it
of these rocks and I don't care
Bottle on bottles on bottles, shots up in the air.
Huh
Pistol popped in a pent lil area that we ain't really moderate
Shoot my shot up in the air like I got pistol
I brought two properties Breakfast Club call Dj Envy
I done paid alot of bills I been official
Real
Air it out
Aye
I got an extendo
I got an extendo
Air it out
Air it out
Air it out
Yeah my pistol
Gonna slice you
Call it kimbo
I got
that shit what you gotta know
Every nigga claim they steppin til it's time to do it
You say you will catch you one boy you gotta prove it
Air a pistol
Oh snap, snap, snap
Yeah, duckin' from the laws, ain't never duckin' from an op
Shot my pistol in the air, cause I been gunnin' for the top
4.5
for the man who had married his daughter.
I caught old Reilly by the hair
Rammed his head in a pail of water
Fired his pistols into the air
fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep
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