Lyrics:
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
with me, now the broad wanna move in (yeah, yeah)
I be on McQueen Khalifa kush, no bullshit
Just one button when I start my car, just push it
I'm
stare at the sun
And you'll be looking in my eyes, homie
Stand for something or fall for anything
And you working with two left
Feet at the skating rink
a lethal weapon
Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections
Can you picture my specific plan?
To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits
'Bout to be big shit poppin' by the time this shit is droppin'
Stoppin' not a option I'm addicted, it's a problem
This way of life, sex, drugs rock
a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp nigga, I ain't turnin' down shit but my damn collar
Police man be chasin', wanna grab me by my damn
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up, yo, yo
This the type of jam that be getting no airplay
I want the whole world to hear this joint right here, yo
[Chorus:]
I'm doin' my thing you should be doin' you
Gettin' my change
You should be doin' you
Bitch I'm doin' me you should be doin' you
Why you
Yo
Calum Brook Nicolson
Here we go
Once I heard about an incident
Where you were killed by police because you were black
And then there was a Black
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
Won't be gettin' sleep tonight and I'm cryin' as I write this
Prayin' for my brother locked up, fightin' fires
My heart goes out to all
he who dares may not win
but if he wins then be the one who don' dare
(gun fire) (police sirens) (car screaching)
(all goes quiet)
the fuckin' climate
Run with D-boys, yeah, them boys who be runnin' the lobby
Change the channel, you know I'm up next by the way I'm poppin'
I sip on syrup
Hey, Ms. Red Carpet
She can autograph my pockets
Anytime, anyplace, anyway
I'll be looking at everybody else watchin'
I don't wanna be obnoxious
and pray
Jesus still walks, we marchin' in a parade
Black and white holding hands
While letting that thing blaze
Pistol on my waist, I can feel a police
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
And All Police in the World
Cannot Protect Death Metal
Human Love
Sad Voice Sad Voice
Preaching Fallen Heroes
Die in My Arms
Millions Cry
Big Noise Big
the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of
Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my
replaced my father
Neighborhood hustlas taught me to
Get them dollars
Thats when I became a problem
Product of my environment
It's hard to grow up be
That's why I stay Lonely
They never was my homies
I smoke it by the O.Z.
Ducking from the police
That's why I stay lonely
I probably catch body
I
6 in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make a escape
Don't even get a chance
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
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