Lyrics:
make you follow
Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow
Do a nigga like, Diallo
I know I'm warm but now it's time to get WA-ARM!
Now it's time
and go ala la la la
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you,
I don't got time and I
And when I die and when I'm dead, dead and gone,
there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.
I'm not scared of dying and I
And when I die and when I'm dead, dead and gone,
there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.
I'm not scared of dying and I
And the root of all evil tryna test my fame
Pray for God, keep a gun by me just in case
If they lay me to rest, I'll rest my case
For my niggas
"keith you're not guilty"
But the dead client's mouth was filthy
Gun from virginia registered under silky
"keith do you recognize these pictures? "
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Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
Card
Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
Card
long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Wasn't
heavy Chevy big motor 454 in it
Shift kit chrome pipes turbo boost Oak dashboard digi
One time fuck dem, duck dem, dodge dem, run for it run it
Crackers
doing fraud
Exposing the fakers that's the type of shit that I be on
And just like the Lakers I'll make LA my home like LeBron
Balling got my weight up
paid by the end of month
Night time with the right guys we never analyze what you talking bout
In a paradise living kinda nice better check them guys
livin (the unforgiven)
[Scarface]
How many times do a nigga gotta ride
on you stupid motherfuckers 'fore you realize
I don't give a fuck about nuttin
bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died
Now I'm walkin dead with the infared by my side
Keepin niggaz in line like a parade
Then they scatter like
Pulled up first but this shit is not a race
Long time ties I feel like a shoelace
I can pick and choose hoes biting on bait
Late to the party so I'm
broke down rappers got
Some shit to say?
I sit and strategize, in due time
Them bitches pay plus all day
I puff weed till my eyes bleed red
Undercover
whip up
Gully, I got guns, chromes and black ones
Snub noses, long joints
You might want to pack one
With all the bullshit going on in the hood
You need
step back watch 'em kill each other
"It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother
the hood, and everything is a good vibe
Gettin' high while watching police drive by
One time for my niggas up in the sky
Two times for my people tryna get by
the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggas laid out, til my niggas lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
Now we was
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
find a peace of mind so I'ma go ahead and leave you with this line one more time
So so long
To this pain that been lasting for so long
Way you did me
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
pressure a-la a brassiere's underwire
Like you rotting in hell, you literally dead wrong
Like a cot in a cell, I'm criminally slept on
Give it to me, I
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