Lyrics:
at each other's throat
Each other's throat
Each other's throat
Yo, it ain't no joke
We're at each other's throat, ow, ow (ow, ow, ow)
We are supposed
shit gone play
But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way
You gotta respect us
We got guns and we got a whole plethra
And I betcha
Every
been ignored"
"I, I like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun in my hands"
(Aaahhh.)
"you know, I, I
like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun
Choppers and guns
Don't play with us nigga
We killin' for fun
I promise to God
I promise to Pablo
You know I'm a Nino
My tolerance zero
My gun loaded, yours sober
I pull yo cord like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
I send you back to the drawin'
straight lies
My little shooters keep it on they waist side
They small but straight ride
Right from the jump they'll bang
On you Nate Rob' yo I hate lies
rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
Yo, yo
Just knowin she's never gonna come back
I heard the gun clap
I heard the gun clap
She's never gonna come back
(I never find another honor like
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
relax, sit back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
(Who's the man with
it's a mismatch
You see what I did to the
Other MCs on my diss track
How can I clash Devilman?
Devilman ain't on my level man
After I murk Devilman
Put
(Intro) Tech N9ne:
But the cattle had no idea when entering the slaughterhouse that they would never return.
So they went while the other's watch
Yo! I met this girl the other night
Hype super-dope body and face, her mini-skirt tight
Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips
Had to cross
the
Other half that's left?
Yo Cass' the best, my shit extra cold
But you were never Blood it's not
(snot) happenin'
Even if you had a messy nose
Watch who
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
than that AIDS shit
While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave shift
My right hand man, myself and the Clan
Gun
And all the other other opps better run baby run, faster then my gun, blast at em for fun
And all the other other opps better run baby run, faster
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
down and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand
Without a gun, they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
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