Lyrics:
carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you
So...
[Chorus]
I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
American by birth and Southern by the grace of God
Means that everything I do, I do it right
New York and California, you can go and have your fun
[Johnny Blaze]
So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit
Fuck the world, word up
Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast',
bitches trying to poison me
Niggas who kilt loyalty
Set me up, vested up my move accordingly
I ducked ice picks and ice sticks by cops who rookies
Hard
(yeah) jump on that dick like Olympic
(yeah, Olympic, uh)
Take yo bitch out on a picnic, uh (Picnic)
Sit by the lake eatin' fish sticks, uh (yeah)
And you
Yelllllll CBD i might take me another
Ride this beat like you riding the rolla
Wit dis stick I'm like Batman and robin ain't no baby but drink out
well
I cannot fall fallout by none of these bitches
Stick to my pivot aint catchin me slippin
Talk about beef but don’t never be in it
It do not
state greens 'fore they turn 18
'Round here you never let the beef slide twice
Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice
Them mothers are getting
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
Fast cars and lovesick driving in the night
Take off in the streets and then I'm doing ninety
And we fabricate beef no more working nights
Baby
hurt us and it's ridiculous to try
So stick us with us unless you wanna die and not know why
Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by
Feel
the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga decieve you,
if you want beef then tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat,
baby, I'm a different breed (yeah aight)
I never let the beef get cold, nigga, where's the meat? (Where's the meat?)
I'm an alpha male, ain't no bitch
that other shit niggas want beef
And I had bout enough of this
Stick to tha code
Don't call me by my government
I saw 100 bands fell in love wit' it
Oh
first, then become famous
'cause I done seen this type of thing before
Just hangin' out by the corner store
Stick up kids wit them guns galore
Layin'
In other words, by walking
I'm not standing still
By walking, it mean I'm moving forward
May be slow, but I'm moving
But walking also mean I'm going
to talk
I could tell he a bitch by the way he walk (Uhuh)
My name ain't Joe don't stalk
I don't want you bitch this all talk
Bad bitch hit my ig
She see I'm
You can look me in my eyes and see I'm not an average joe
When we pulling out them sticks you better get down on the floor
I don't miss with that
(Chorus)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up)
Life in the city, is out of control
(Stick ya hands up, Stick ya
I go hard for my niggas
Go hard for my famo and I
Do that shit like everyday
I go hard for the p's
Get it in by any means and
I do that shit like
high be the stakes
The Godfava
La me familia
12 types of man
All be familiar
Two to the head
Funk seal the dealer
Realer
Lyrics stick screws
this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Uh, lookin' like an open safe, nigga
We in this bitch lookin' like a open safe, nigga
Yeah, if it's beef
the season's all on his beef was hickory
The situation at hand still remained critical
The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
He pushed his pawn up, yo
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