Lyrics:
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
Elevation is my specialty
You want this baby number
You gotta check with me
That baby don't wanna catch a vibe with no other man
They wanna take me don't
They
I can’t take that
Yeah I’m back in my element
Them man are talking their greeze but it’s irrelevant
All them man are chatting about there guns
the heavy hand of cruel oppression
Is so much more than a man can bear
But you can't chain a man forever
And your guns they don't mean a thing
'Cause
Chedda, we get together, you hear me
He's a rider
My dude ridin', he ridin' in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed with linguini, you hear me
He's a rider
All
know the innocent going up in vapors
And propaganda spreading inna the Sunday papers
not even superman coulda save you with him cape cause
Red-a
dough?
Where yo man's go?
When you pulled up
With your ugly h*
Thought you was the man yo?
You a sham bro
You keep making threats, I ain't tryna get
Newark, the Jerusalem slum
Take your cake, you get none, not a crumb
Should've came to the Bricks packed with a gun
Instead my dogs made you back up and run
standin' in the form amongst the children of the corn
Like the son of man stood with a crown made of thorns
The only difference is for you there'll be no
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
Yo you ain't got to do this man
I know times get hard but this is crazy man
Come on now, give me the gun
Come on now, give me the gun
You don't
with the dums
And motherfuckers don't care
I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more
of my unhappiness
Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton
That's why you hear me shootin', this real shit off like a gun
Hmm, I wonder how my
with a gun in hand
What you see before you, fuck with (?) and told you
Bitch I brought this shit from nothing, man
Grand Hustle over errrthang
Molly,
think that it's insane To take a gun cock back and aim You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) You know you can't play me,
children a day die from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed by 18 to 20 year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
where I'm comin' from, you gotta be street smart, not dumb (dumb)
Put your hands up, don't run
Cops'll shoot you with they gun (with they gun
wanted was some
N****s mad at the players they can't do we like we do
You ain't with the team
Bangin' hits up on the stream
In the cut I'm sittin' clean
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
and your legs cutoff
And as for your man, don't you ever in your motherfuckin' life
Know when I gotta gun, come at me wit' a knife, aight?
And forgettin'
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
Feeling like mj
But you can call me devil man
I'm holding up 6 fingers
Like I'm tryna hex man now
Circle about with Irving
And you know we got 6
man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with
man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with
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