Lyrics:
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
skates
Down forty feet in the Cumberland mud
There's a rusty old gun that once shed blood
Out a hundred yards from my lakeside house
Weighted down with
the innocent sky
If we swing out our six-gun like the sheriff on high
It's not just the bad guys who die
And these changes cannot be denied
We live close
and emotion
Copper by di portion cyaa
Cool wid purple lotion
When mi guns in motion
Blood running like di ocean
Dung inna di execution
Man mi nuh powder like
gone, can you save me?
Legends always die in the making
Not even 21, but I know I'm gon' face it
Took too many drugs yeah, I'm not gonna make it
Don't
went fast
Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast
Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
You wonder why I got a gun
Manifestin' military styles
Casually try da G
When niggas battle me
My prophesied prediction
Switch and move positions
Separated from his gun and bitch
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that's for Pete (that's for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that's me (bitch, on Blood
here.
Blood through the walls, did i find a way out? No.
Tell me where is the sun, In my mind there's no fun, where am I, where's my gun?
You're fucked
Life as you knew
Forever gone
Fear all around
Invisible nightmare
Shield by sound
When will you run
Death grip
Got its gun
Blood all around
Only God can
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
the good stop
But don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt
dem nah inna blood sport
Real bad bwoy turn it up anotha, come now
Ah murder she wrote
Hot just like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins you
If I cut ya down I'm gone make you look bad
I'm gone make them look at you
the same way they look at the back of a dog's ass
Hit it tell us,
a bad man, like taylor dem a stitch fi di gun
Boy stop from fool wid di gun
Shoot up a school wid di gun
Nah guh by nuh rule wid di gun
Teef a trade man
messy
She really, really didn't but the girl gone cray
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun
I better run
My baby's got
Once upon a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl with a heart of stone
Cause part of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and hardly
twenty-one (21)
Lotta money don't know what to do
And I'm smoking a blunt with some honey on it
Thirty(30) round hit that boy in the eye socket
Nigga I was in
too bad that what we had
Was just storm before the calm
Cause you know I
Turned my gun on myself
The minute you said hello
Rather fall and lose it all
to bust
Plus I love my dust
Gun son, watch the blood run son
I'm on one, muthafuckas
But check it this time I'll be the one dissected
I can't wait
He was on his way home from Candletop.
(He'd)Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop
At Webb's and have him a drink 'fore he went home to her.
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on yo' toe
Now
[Jermaine Dupri] (Freeway)
What?
Why'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up)
Why'all got hate in your blood
(This is fucked up man)
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