Lyrics:
casino
All my real niggas keep a
Gun by the peep hole
Don't point a gun at my people
If you got a problem we
Can solve it calculator
My niggas keep machine
"Welcome to my shit man peep it
aye man this is Cornfed man
This the first beat I ever made right here
Only right I put it onnn
This that Nebraska
I am redesigning the mind of the masses
That fear a black man
With tattoos and bandanas
But when a white man
Wear tattoos and bandanas
And joins
a exit
They know it's a thousand cutters hittin' off if they come for me
Uno gang, twenty-seven, they gon' gun for me
ABK gon' broad day you and get it
dam one
Who serves they ass on a platter well done
Then go to the beach and toss that gun
Everybody humping catching HIV
Bareback style in the city by
built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
I’m gettin money now,
Yeah, if you got aim better come gun me down,
Uhn, I ain’t just talking nigga ima slide foreal,
Uhn, I ain’t just talking nigga
shawty
Now he can't go walk at all
If he finna say sumn else
Pop bro inna mouth
Make him not go talk at all
But bitch I'm the top dog
If it ain't blue
live
Without the man foot on my neck
Can we live
Cause we die from gun shots
Die from certain cops die from certain plots
Can we live
Can we live for
the new chief
Top gun, make you holla
Bitch I'm bout my dolla
I know I'm self centered shout out all my Prima Donnas
I'm a dog ass nigga gotta grab me by my
Yeah man this songs called big simpin'
It's kind of like big pimpin'
But the opposite of that, JG talk to em
This ones for all my dogs out their
to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
painter)
And I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this)
I love paintin' these pictures for the hood
You dig (that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set,
on the table like it's dinner time
And this is what you call stereotyping by far?
Can you tell me me why your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity
Running man running man running man, want 100 bands 100 bands 100 bands
I'm running back straight up to wonderland, bitch I do anything if you say I
Listen up I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up I got this
yuh cudda fast like lightening
You haffi drop when coppa start walk inna yuh
All bout weh yuh never invite in
Dat a you, a walk by an nuh riding
Man
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
Keep your mind on queens when the dog starts barkin
Its time to dead your whole situation
New york is full of murderers, guns and court cases
Baggin
and shit
Dog I came to play my part and that's it
We had a fullproof plan, all we need was the fam
Ammunition, a van, two chicks and one extra man
Two
man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white
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