Lyrics:
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
Koresh
Bring a strap and a vest
Send your mother my best
Bring all your big guns
And your funeral clothes
Cause my rap's gonna feel like six Wacos
Make
the bill like I'm clintions kid
I'm bout to blow like a ceiling fan
White bucket hat like I'm Gilligan
Lisa no Mona the simpsons
21 and I'm gifted
21 and I'm
All these hunnids in my pocket, these the blue ones
Hangin' with this chick, that's not my age, she like 2-1
Instagram, be makin' these niggas think
babies
Yall niggas too busy tryna be famous, bro
U can be low den u eva been
A nigga won't even get high witchu
Soon as u get on yo level
They come by
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
the pilot show was run
The golden touch, golden eye with the golden gun
You can weigh the options Either go and pay me homage
Or get played by the bosses
can’t leave the game like I’m Vince and I love the rush
You was living out yo momma house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
tongue (yeah)
Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? (Blah blah blah)
It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme
When you work, you ain't
ones
I done touched some paper
I done seen some tons
I done went to war
Had a lot of guns
I done met some witches
I done met some nuns
All my life, I
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
[OC]
The whole city's under siege when we come through wit guns blazin
You need to take a seat son, you just started shavin
Respect ya elders,
psys se prendre pour dieu prétendant lire dans mon cœur
Là-bas, là où les yeux se révulsent après 21 heures
Seule dans ta chambre quand faut se battre
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