Lyrics:
Everybody coming to the party, pop out
Everybody I know run it, pop out
Everybody sexy, all DAMAGE, pop out
Real rockstars, popstars pop out
Stop all
Where you eat food, snatch plate, wherever drama come
Live by the gun, die by the gun
When it jump off - make it pop, you be the only one
Live by the gun
I make sure when I pull up on my action they actin right
Pops said make em give it up guns or butter
Made nigga love the streets like I love my
live
25 years no felony I'm telling y'all
Why you think I saved it, to blow a nigga mellon off
As a young boy always carried the cap gun
And fell in
clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)
(Inserting of clips, cocking of gun, gunshots)
[Flesh]
You niggas pop off at the mouth
Time to stop
up, we gone cut off his motherfuckin thumbs
My heart just keep me livin' this mufucka don't even work for love
Im tryna get geeked to the ceiling I pop
When i Pop him Then
Nigga watch this
Man i ain't boxing
I don't throw hands
I just fire rounds
New Gun see the opps
Ima try it out
Up the Pole shoot it
All I do is pop off
Awe they tryna talk, nah
All I say is nothing
You can bet I hear em' bluffing
Step by step off of my chest puffed out
Ran out like
of my people
I was raised by the apes in this dark creep show, but yo
Now gangstas live, gangstas die
Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
pop but they don't pop bars
They gone take yo face off swing sticks like it's baseball
Did this shit myself ain't ask for help now watch me take off
All
and I
Know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man
You better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
I push a armored car wit enormous hearts
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin' dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya
Ain't never gonn stop
No matter the things i dey go or see things that i seen man im never gonn stop
Bite off the bad vibes outta my soul alligator
on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that's bunk bed bitches
I've done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
Cause they live for some
Man fuck these niggas
I, I'm a spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun buck these niggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these
trying to knock some off
Ain't dodgin' no wreck, swerve the box bitch, we crashin' out
Tell that bitch, to stop hiding, fore' we come knock his mama off
hold the gun for me
Hold it down in court
And hold her tongue for me
She swallow all my kids
Then pop a gun for me
Makes some runs for me
All the way
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Man I thought he was a burglar
I'm gettin' off 'cause I served her
You wastin' that broad with
That shit they want
More money than any dope man could
always pops off (pops off)
Licks more shots like a gun range (gun range)
Luke's a businessman, he wear shirts (Luke)
But violate him, you see gunplay
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