Lyrics:
nigga, I don't shoot no ones (pussy)
I got shoebox money and it filled up with them hun's (bitch, 21)
Think I'm on some (on some) when I ride 'round with
no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul
Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove
Pot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go
Hoes say
they think they living right
No guidance in they life, training wheels on their bike
If you live by the sword, you gone die by it
They wanna sensor me, I
cold
Now my soul is so gone
I swear to God I'm alone
That's why
(I'm asking) 21 questions girl can you tell me things?
I'm asking 21 questions I'm trying
a beautiful life
21st century girl, us walking side by side
21st century girl, yeah, I'm gonna live it up, just live it up
Step on the breaks
Then I'ma step
yeah, it wasn't no beat on his vitals
Yeah (21), whoa (21)
I got a drum on the rifle (21)
My money tall like Eiffel (21)
You ain't no stepper, you
can't give me no amount of money for my soul (21)
He weren't really no robber, he got killed 'cause it wasn't his role (facts)
MAC .90 pokin' out my
stick the fork in
Put some holes in your shirt, now it's red, soakin' (21)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, period, semi-colon (21)
You wanna hold
game for them
But I still love these youts
21 Gun Salute
Fuck wi' you
21 Gun Salute
I put my trust in you
21 Gun Salute
Would you share your last
smilin' (still trill)
The low life grinders
Give a fuck, I give a fuck, just like 'em (still real)
Hotbox strike you
Livin' life by the gun like
Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin' the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
still cry when nobody around
Tryna numb the pain, drinkin' bottles 'til I drown ('til I drown, 21)
Never do no suicide
But I'd be lyin' if I said it
yeah[04:21.33]I'm opposite to the opposition, but I don't hate them[04:23.96]I'm confident in my composition with no debating[04:26.43]I'm positive I could possibly
can't even breathe cause your soul's already claimed Collecting a scrapbook Proud of what you've done No more pushing Retired at 21 You're retired at 21
the pain (On God)
Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21)
I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (On God)
Slide in and out (Out)
Spend the night? I
cars like l ain't got no legs or somethin' (yeah)
Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Sex, money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B's
(intro)
i just have to meet up with her
she like a yin yang just ryt by her own
fucken hot {gun slick)
(hook)
yho its deep in the night {gun
(21)
Ain't no back and forth, it's smoke (smoke)
Pull up on you and your folks (your folks)
Try to give me head, she choke (ugh)
We call you a rat
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck 'round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin'
I usually don't bet but I don't want
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
nothing
Kids robbing fo' their three squares
Sticking up three squares
Hands to the sky, soul searching, wearing cheap airs
Guns busting, blades
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
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