Lyrics:
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2
fine "uha"
Walking in the rain with the one I love, on my mind
[Verse 1: Ice-T]
Damn, this record takes me way back, to day that
I said the words I love
niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)
Don't want to see you wit no
All I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by my side
In case I got to shoot all I ever wanted was a bad bitch and alotta loot pistol by
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
V33 Woman 1
That’s terrible.
(1 beat pause)
V34 Woman 2
That’s horrible.
(1 beat pause)
V35 Woman 3
He made you feel bad.
V36 Group
Oh my god…
V37
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
to a batee boy head
I had a dream I was broke and woke up rich
It used to be the other way around ain't that some shit
I had a pistol under my pillow a pistol
Time: 1:38 | Word Count: 217
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Section II: Oval Office - Roosevelt/Knox Exchange - Intro
track is rated M my g
That's for melinated.
No hoe in them No holding em
Rap is the new podium
My main focus is economics
I Build a nation study Marcus
weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't
this motherfucker]
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin
sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you
Intro Part Two
with a pistol
With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll
Serve you. Heard my words
Are satanic and wishful
Then see you all get pissed off
My generals need
reincarnation uh
My only fear of death, is reincarnation
I use my last breath
To reach the whole nation
How can they call me murderer
For my spoken words?
This
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
still too young to go out on the town
So uncle please put that pistol down
I went down to the seashore to check the swell
I thought I'd bring my board out
soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine, sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane
Open the brain, let that shot inject, you think that I'm playin'
Don't
the club and does our thing
My goonies by the bar
We ghetto superstars
They know just who we are
We pistol poppers chopper choppers
Blame it
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