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to reload we put a dick in every pistol
I tell lil bro to go and get em
He lock on like a missile
He forty two feet under couldn't even hear a whistle
Mac

a badge & a pistol 
They shoot & they kill you & get an acquittal 
Or a dismissal, the verdict not guilty, the system is filthy 
They fuckin us raw,

2 times
If I don't succeed with shit, I'm commit some new crimes
I get to this apartment with a 40 in my hand
I got my pistol on me but I hope it

gone do when they come for you 
Work at much but it pays the bills 

2 jobs over time or flipping a brick 
A lot of faith and dedication and a will

beam and it's red like K-Mart
I feel like Tarzan cause I hang With gorillas
Leave you in the sand you got Killed by the pistol
They do what I say cause

Hundred iPhones
It's that apple red product
Headed on a mission
So I got to call my partner
Fuck your little stories man
You know I'm living larger

a substantial risk
You weren't here for this
You can't heal from this
Get a taste of being abandoned
Getting singled out by yo family
Beaten, taken for granted

U Can't Fade Me

Spice 1

Immortalized

1999

matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was tryin' to sort
To make a long story short,
Ran into this girl named Sally
Knew her from the backseat

legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale

myself out Dey ain answer phone

I got to feeling lame
Bitch tamat she love me
Guess I'm trim, na I ain't feelin' that
Know you tryna fix my heart

But

on

Family, friends, hoes, all ah my niggas ridin' rollie vogues

Ridin' pass me hollerin' at me bury me a snizote hoe,

Hard headed nigga bitch, die by

making music 
Now they main bitches play me 
Tryna get like jay z 
Working never lazy 
Use 2 eat that ramen hella hot sauce shit was tasty 
Now I put that

hours and I'm still not home

I see you lying there, darling
I see you broken in that hospital bed
cnd the baby's by your side, and he's not mine
He's got

still die ( I lie for you)

I nor fit kill myself by myself 

Pass me the kpo 

Give me the shayo make I high (I swear)

I soak garri with pain 

I eat

The pistol eatin' human beings, and he gon' let your ass starve

But it's okay, you on your journey, and your journey is far
By far, ain't nobody really

everybody they got it, that shit was short-lived
Jack boys get work, kick your door in
Talk to you on the phone, pistol-whip your girlfriend
Hit a lick for

Flipping all theses phones selling jacks out my car
When it's up bitch it's up, we ain't settling for no sorry

Reminiscing by my old days when I was broke

dance, dance, dance

Ouu, Shawty grabbed a Stack, pulled up one me with them bands
Just to show me I'm the man, man, man!

He sold the pole, by buying

pussy pop.
For a hater I let that pistol pop. 
Slow it down like syzrup mixed with soda pop. 
Bump some Pop Smoke while I'm smoking with my Pops.
Just

or get high wit my crew nigga 
Tooly hanging, I'm riding wit two pistols, you ain't banging? Don't mind me I'm clue crippin
4ourtr3 is a motto no new

chasin' that basket it got me bragging
Playing bitches like 2k I cross 'em up i catch 'em lacking
You don't ever wanna try me you see me i'm pistol packing

bitch bashing
These rappers be swagger jacking
Clap 'em not, they don't even matter
1-2, this lung been splattered
And I heat a pistol on something
I

at the lake ok
Hold up I just got a boat load okay flexing on all the hoes okay
She by her lonesome she was ready I spent like two pounds on my necklace
I pull

a pic with your iPhone
Eyes gone, bust it right in their eyes
Let  it be a lesson to
These hypocrites that criticize
Thinking you ain't gon' be touched