Lyrics:
I'm gonna take you down
Deep down, to the front line
You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.
She
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
misinterpreted
I'm the get back, I'm the first to hit
I'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises
I am your nemesis
Parents of every slain rapper wish I
Gone fishin' Instead of just a wishin'
Gone fishin'. . .see him snoozin' by a brook
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
There's his hound
world takin' hate and
Fear just a little too far
Oh you talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
I wish I could just go back
To the days I'm
through the institution
Fighting the cold, he got life, but he twenty-two, shit
Twenty-two below, only 2-1 cells
Six by eight, forty-eight square feet,
those
Favorite rapper died at the age of 21, said you live by the gun well you die by the gun
Real talk, mean no offense, but in these streets stay well
everything to his lover
Meanwhile, the woman lives everything she can
But whatever
He was deceived by a woman's power
Who dares to betray
Just his wish asked
system and wrote the realest heard in a sentence, Against all odds
Up in the studio getting lifted, representing for realest living, 21 gun salute
Smoking
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
Everybody know that I'm gettin' it
Spatula money, I'm flipping it (flip)
Big guns all through the city
Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (skrrt)
500
The truth they never told
'Cause it's just a ghetto thang
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
Do people really wish when
Niggas ain't gon' do nothin'
Screamin they gon' do somethin'
Gucci Mane do somethin'
I'm gon' make your crew run
I still got my old gun
I just bought
Worried 'bout the valentines
Hated by the ones who try to love you
I loved you
Party like you're 21 at 35 the wine won't fix the issues
I wish you
Worried 'bout the valentines
Hated by the ones who try to love you
I loved you
Party like you're 21 at 35 the wine won't fix the issues
I wish you
healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to
Someone I could confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
The truth they never told
'Cause it's just a ghetto thang
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
It's just a ghetto thang (word)
Do people really wish when
bitch
21 zips dats skunk
Thats a pound and 5 zips in the trunk
I really get tree by the trunk
Spent 18 months on that bunk
21 zips nigga pass
they chain
Niggas'll never change cause they stuck in they ways
Play your part or get a permanent path in your waves
21 gun salute for niggas that
Girls
Just some hot girls who like to snort white girl
I'm in a all black coupe like Dark Knight, girl
These here Jimmy Choos, not Off-Whites, girl
Sometimes I want to get away from all the confusion
Causin' pollution
I know you wish you could run away from this institution
'Cause there's
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
its a siren of the bells
Yeah it caught us by surprise
Generation paralyzed
Life is really just a war, taking soldiers, give they lives
Just so we can
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