Lyrics:
to keep a pistol
If I did shoot, I'd shoot to kill
Talk is talk and that's cheap to me
But nobody really know what I do for real
I am what I always
you apart
Have Faith in your God
Shoot joints, get involved
Put tints on your windows, whip cars
Yeah, all the giants revolve
Black Clarion,
Too black, too strong
Too black, too strong
Yo, Chuck
These alley trippers are still frontin' on us
Show 'em that we can do this
'Cause we
(two time, two time)
Trap nigga, made it (trap!)
It's a hot-hot summer yeah, hot-hot summer yeah
Watch me pop out the coupe like I shoot out
then
Find out what your gang ‘bout
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
I got that tech with that
Cooling system on me you think you want it
You
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
the neighbor-hood
Can't go wrong, I feel strong and the flavor's good
I'm wit whateva comes my way, hip-hop hooray
Latifah's on vacation, I'm just plain on day to day
there's a problem, I'ma pop up, I'ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you
Ain't throwin' spirals, really big
throw a motherfuckin' brick
And hide your hand like a ol' pussy-ass, nigga
(One, two, three, kick it)
Come out to the light, nigga, let me see who you
Ey, ey, ey, 2 pistols, ey, blood money, money
By all means instead of 2 beat, call me
Young triple beam, got fish scale, got oil base
Lawyer paid
Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw
You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage
Iced out since she was two, so she
One, two, one, two, the High Chief
Yeah, yo, so alone, baby
I'm just lookin' out of the window
Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow
Thinkin' how we
Shoot your shots my g
Shoot your shots my g
Shoot your shots my
G...
Shoot your shouts my g
Yh
My girls a keeper like David de Gea
Good with
sunny, act one, near a money machine
Jumped out the cream Lex with Jacks, she rocked a black tennis skirt
With Stan Smith's, about a size 6
Jewels,
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
for the National Guard who be ready to shoot
Because they be sayin' us blacks loot
(What is your boy "Son of a Bush" doin?) [laughing]
(nothin'!)
the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
[Chorus: x2]
(One, two, three, four)
I
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
so long
'Cause his skin was black and his mind was strong
But we need to all stand together though
And let the red, black and green show
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
Judge Dredd
That turn a prophecy when I come
And I cut your head
In the pale fire, we hide out
Lay back and get down
(Hands up, don't shoot, hands up,
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
em FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! (";Damn nigga!";)
I grab
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
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