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stay, and where your brother stay (bitch)
I buy guns up out the store and shoot on my opps every day (brrt)
I don't tolerate no pistol play, boy you'll

nothing
Before I hit this Swisher Sweet
Pull out my phone
Got to check on these freaks
Before I even brush my teeth
Still thinking they gone wait on me
Yea

on me everywhere I go nigga, got the gang with me when I do a show nigga
3 pistols 4 sticks at the door nigga, and my niggas gonna go when I go nigga

Why

hop out
And drop me a nigga
Hot then I got the pistol
I tote the chopper in the winter
It's a draco in my hoodie
By now you should get the picture
If

they a press the mute button all my niggahs solid they a press the mute button) x2 Verse 1 He's a rat he's a pig he's a mini mouser (TELL EM TRcIN) that

Chorus (2x):
Y’all never know what I got
Y’all never know where I been
Y’all never knew that I’m hot
And now y’all listening again

Verse 1:
Pay

that
Every song of the mother fucking top
Ride round with a pistol and slide with a chop
Get caught lacking never get shot by the opps
Cause them fuck

Carry the Weight

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

tellin' you it's popin' man come home] 

Verse Two: 

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin' at home 
but only now I was fucked up plus

a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big

In California

Daz Dillinger

Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back

1998

up the phone and give my homies a call
What's up with y'all? (What's up y'all?)
Livin' in the city where we born to ball
Rolled up a Philly we pack

on my arm 
Can't do tho this shit alone 
Can't do it on my own 
I had you on the phone 
I was in somebody home 
I just kick somebody door
Pistol to his

Come into the mosh pit
Imma ride
Imma die for my goth clique
Never lie
Imma slide if you talk shit
Got a Glock by my side
Gonna cock it
Better watch

playin 2k with ya
I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I

case

Voice number one
Wanna burn the whole place
Voice number two
Wanna keep the same pace

Am I on a high?
Am I on a low? (Low)
Troubled by my thoughts

It's Goin' Down

Yung Joc

Welcome to My Block

2006

at the sto'
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough
If a girl choose, let her do her thang
Just like her mama and I ain't sayin' the name brain

It's Goin' Down

Nitti

New Joc City [Clean]

2006

at the sto'
Pistol in my lap on the phone countin' dough
If a girl choose, let her do her thang
Just like her mama and I ain't sayin' the name brain

Forever

Eightball & MJG

Living Legends: Chopped and Screwed

2004

whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones that's right by ya
Fire!

Jumping up out the tip with pistols

the
Whistle; laid flat out like a rolling
Pin, get told I’m condolence withholding
Pistol, get stole on, thick
Roll of bills, keep your two nickels zipped
Up,

dope
I can't stop saying his name
It's Stylz
By the way
By the end of the day
You gone play this shit again
With a friend
Replay
Throw that ass
Baby girl

grab her
By her blood-soaked hair
And tell her shit's gon' be
Alright on my end
I'm glad it happened this way
Back in my daughter's life again
Ain't it

Legs sprain in a ditch

I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have

pistol whip his ass make them rethink it
He thinkin and thinkin
Man fuck that shit I don't got for this
Give them two then I'm running his pockets
Shit

tryna do?
Gotta stack whatever flavor
Give me twenty-two
Give me twenty minutes, yeah
I got it with me
Buyin' whites from Fairlane
You can park by Bennys

Had stomach slop
We Pill-y popping I'm off the rocker
Walking by they be googly eyed
See she got a thing for skeletons
Tha psycho he swirl a cyclone we