Lyrics:
Don't know that I noticed
Drop 'em in the lake
Leave their ass floating
If I ain't got a gun then I'ma use a knife
Edge pointing down and you kill
Them
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
, take your cell, I'd be dead by now
But stare right now, get bread like wow
When the drop hit, now get head like ow
We let that AK go by J. Lo
You don't
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
Spit in your face and hand your faggot ass a napkin
Everything you did mu'fucka we done done done
Ran streets took over traps carry gun gun
I'm from
and celluloid star
And my message to the people
Is don't tie me to your steeple
Don't put me in the stocks in your market square
Hey, hey you nameless
your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle
niggas just p-i-e
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed, so convinced
She got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she’s taking
911, what's your emergency?
You took her around the corner by the condo
I know which hotel
Even took her round the corner by her favorite bar
Pulled
with gun
The magnum'll bust his head from many directions unknown
Another statistic, change the ballistics
On the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her
When trouble comes, you want to run
Slide into a deep sleep, ain't it fun?
Mother Mary, hold me down and knock me out
Slip into my sunset, load your
long
I heard your man locked down now, how long he gone?
Oh dat long
How the hell he get time like that?
Three strikes with possession, aw he ain't
and another and another (what?)
Gun pops, going through you, hit your mother (uh)
When does it all end? I found a friend in a dog (uh-huh)
'Cause fucking
Learn to swim
See you down in
Arizona Bay
Fret for your figure
And fret for your latte
And fret for your lawsuit
And fret for your hairpiece
And fret for
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition taking red showers
Grieving mothers calling 1-800-Flowers
My repertoire burn your ashes
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
the gambling girls and girls Lord
By the gambling girls and guns
My father was the rambling kind
Yeah my Mother she died young
Oh and by god's grace I'd see her
where the bangers get caught
Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
Good weed, I
off your god damn belt!
Put it 'round your anckles, I'mma tie up your wrist myself!
I just wanted to drink and show you what the dong'll do!
BITCH!
eh
Na ni na
Nanina
Na ni na ni na
Na ni na
Nanina
Ohh
She tie me down eh oh
She tie me down
She tie me down eh oh
She tie me down
She tie me
than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
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