Lyrics:
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
One by one and two by two
I have ammo what about you
Grandma told
and sunless days
While asking for some kind of clue
Or road to lead us to the truth
But who will answer?
Side by side two people stand
Together vowing, hand in
Chorus:
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I
him so damn mad
So he would always stick his boot out
When he saw the cops comin', he'd start a shoot-out
Bullets were flyin', by-standers were
who I'm talking to
Fuckin who? Fuck you, dude
Fuck how I'm regarded
Or if I get bombarded
By sick creationists who are borderline retarded
Yeah,
man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit
man when he pistol toting
The 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist you
Split you right down the middle, like a brand new swisha
When the bullet hit
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
take it personal?
Unu talk bout don, you think me come fi don.
All me have fi do is send for the new gun.
Anything test dead!
Limb by Limb we are
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
coverin, shelterin
Bullets rippin through the fabric of ya shirt, it's meltin it
You bleed again, we just another nigga dealt with
Intruder alert! Our
choice
You've got to listen to the inside voice
A bullet train will get you there fast
But it won't guarantee a long last
Sometimes it takes a little
Van Pelt
And I chuckle when I think damn I made it to that NFL
I just fought for I wanted inspired by Nelson Mandel
And maybe I gave my best, truthfully
Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
bullets by the feet
Pillowheads are easy, so a pillowhead I'll be
So much fun we have just killing time with fucked up heads and minds
I could alter your
America, home of the brave built by the slave
Run by the bullet that's aimed by men who come from a cave
Before all of us were here just know a war had been
South side vibe, telling pokies pied
You man (humans) lie, not by my side
Super ears can fly, don't even try
Fuck you, bad by
South side vibe,
wasn't three months after I left
That papa done gone lost his mind
We found him in the shed with a bullet in his head
And the dog sittin' by his side
I see that time ticks
While I'm chasing that high
While I'm tryna get fly
Fixing my life, time will go by
While I'm chasing that high
While I'm tryna
Buried way down deep beneath the Earth
Lie the seeds of a harvest
Planted by a mortal man
Delivered by the hand of an angel
Known to be dressed
by like a jet or a bullet train
Don't let the memories
Don't let them fade away
Take me back to these golden days
Where all these memories are made
We
I guess I gotta feel aligned again just to feel close to you
I guess I gotta feel alive again just to live by the roots
But when the stars are lining
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