Lyrics:
I got five, six, seven shooters knocking at your door
Just to drop like eight, nine, ten dummies on a floor
11 bullets in this clip, 12 be lurking by
up three steps in heaven
Well on the highway to hell
And I know it'll be a while
Before I say goodbye
'Cause I know you're looking well
It was
a tight jam, red down, matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly
down to 3 petals,
She hears the whistle from the kettle,
But should she stay.
[Chorus]
'Cause running never solves anything,
running changes
the hell?
And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough
Mama say when they come knockin
y'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floor
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
to class, to anywhere but standing there
My brain gets disconnected and so do my words
I could
Climb the largest tree
Fly to timbuckthree
Knock on a door
is made for us two
Waiting on the line
Till this door's opened
So I can see you as time goes by
Friday feels like hell
Can't wait for October
When
And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait
is designed for the whole calendar
Cause lyrically we killin it like Kilik from soul Caliber.
So come on people all aboard the night train first
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
of the time she insults your band (dududu du du dududu)
She's amazed by moving doors on the loo on trains
She likes toilets with flush sensitive chains
Her
Bitch I go dummy for this war we out the window
When I see you better duck this ain't limbo
I don't go by Vick to you I go by Big Bro
My point ten got
Call the 2 door the chicken coupe
I still knock big and snoop
Track 3 give me the loot
You dig what I’m kicking you
We ain’t got shit in Common
You
we leavin' the stain
And I got that money, that lil' shit comin
You know that I'm goin' fast like a train
We got that money, we stack by the
We got
niggas slangin' ine by the train tracks
Set his alarm, and them bullets wake you up in the mornin'
Nigga take something from the gang, gotta cut off his
rise
Three day sacrifice
God done already foresaw
Gave me the keys to hell's door
Snatch up all a these lost souls
Build my Kingdom like it's foretold
Tryna find my headspace
Need to express
Hopped on the train
Hit the wrong route
That switch was a guess
These simple things
All it takes
To make me
the weekend
Nothing to serious
She be so delirious
She going through my shit
She be so mysterious
If she say three
Then I multiply by four
If she act like
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
I wanna enter the game like a storm
Ready to be kicking down these motherfucking doors!
I will shoot to hit the bulls eye good bye
I will shoot to hit the bulls eye!
I’ve had enough
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