Lyrics:
very routine
Them say them never seen mi gyal
Mi Beenie Man Twice
Fornication bad it ah sin cyaan hype
Jah Jah know mi love dem pretty gyal dem type
Is that you metro
Aye
Lets do this shit
Wake up in the morning with a headache
Man i got these addict problems
I smoke dope and i pop xans
Man i
defeat, y'ah idiot?
Some long gun weh lethal, get ram up 'til e pop
Fuck wid we, ah thirty squeeze, ah suh we dweet, ah suh we kill man
Love e trigger,
Runnin after money
I’m Tom it’s Jerry
Off white hoodie
Drop top hoes staring
Need two umbrellas
Tryna catch this drip
Sip lean by the line
I ain’t
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back
Kobe like I'm Money Man
Choppa make 'em dance like the running man
Choppa make 'em dance like the running man, ay
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo'
still flippin
Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow
Hot nigga, don't stop
Big money nigga gon' pop
One stop, get yo life took
Big money,
still flippin
Check a nigga digits, make a young nigga gun blow
Hot nigga, don't stop
Big money nigga gon' pop
One stop, get yo life took
Big money,
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
jail
Trippin' off flicks of Blu Catrell, pussy and black tail
Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from Twin's .44, blew
shot up his mama crib now he in jail
Trippin' off flicks of Blu Catrell, pussy and black tail
Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no more
bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Mumble bout that shit you'd never do
Talk trapping but never been
All talk bout guns you'd never pop
All this fronting in you're rap man it's really time to stop
Mumble bout that s*** you'd never do
Talk trapping but
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
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
Started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggas wildin'
Gun shots thrown, the phone diallin'
Back in the days, I'm eight now
Makin' a tape now, Rae gotta
reachin'
They had gats in each others faces
With kids and grandmothers around
Frank's only concern was his papers
My man Killa let off, half of them fake
Show up
Show out
Whylin'
Whyle out
Show up (show up)
Show out (show out)
Whylin' (whylin)
Whyle out (whyle out)
Pop in (pop pop pop)
Pop out (pop
tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in your crip, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a ten-year bid
We live
gun laws, self defense is a must
When we set it off I'm a be the first to bust
(Chorus - dead prez)
Yo, I'm one with my gun, I love it like my
for a bitch (Wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (Get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (Get off)
I don't got the time for a bitch (Tick, tock)
for a bitch (Wrist watch)
Percocet I pop, make me itch (Get off)
She was in my mind, like a tick (Get off)
I don't got the time for a bitch
(Tick, tock)
from mi pop e Glock off, yea mi nuh cuss
Mr Raas, tell yuh kids TATA, yuh head a bus
From a war and mi pop e Mac off weeh never rust
Shot a blast, all
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