Lyrics:
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Take a nigga out by sunday
I sell a bowl by monday
Me and YG about gun play
Light this bitch off flip it and toss
Remember me i'm the motherfucking
a down ass G
Showing no pity, from that Mo City
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
I've been going insane lately
Rolling with my gun off safety
Thinking everybody's
the lesson from my previous tracks don't ever get too latched on
8 years motherfucking dreaming does it really take that long
Used to take a week just to write
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
Runnin outta options
And runnin outta time
She tryna run from her feelings
So best make up your mind
You take a second too long
We'll leave yo ass
wanna pull out a gun
And put a bullet to your head nigga ain't shit fun
I lost a friend the other day he rep the hood that he from
A nigga gone
at the gun she shoot you with
Every bullet I bleed resentment
I'm ill smart but I'm sick of it...not being happy
I miss my daddy
Daddy, Daddy - I love you
I
Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
one shot but I never loaded the gun
Now I’m focused cause I know where I came from
These things you can’t know of unless you wanna change some
That’s
"Cock, Pow"
Partying with us you gon' see some nice frowns
You live by the gun
Here's a bullet bite down
Put her on top she'll break that dick
Put her
bad attitude, a red jacket, AK
A son of a gun
I gave a fuck since the first day
I'm a Ryda
Can't you tell by the black lokes?
An OG thug
Can't you tell
cluck*}
[Hook: Quarter Peace Quartet]
God has (come on why'all) smiled on me (yeah)
He has set me free (like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ohhh
gettin' slower, keep a gun, it's in my holster
From a wild city to the neverland, I will send you over
You talkin' hard but you a liar, I won't spare you,
a air head
Got damn TREL blowing up like a air bed
I'm from the 4 that's where we wear blue
Got these bullets aiming far like a tour league
When you come
intentions leak from time to time
I can see the evils passed the line
Glad I caught these niggas by surprise
Catching up but still they outta time
Week rhymes
of this
I've been writing these songs I'm a lyricist
Not fighting another spot for them to diss
Taking bullets out the gun now you have to miss
The newest
talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake
But I don't go on dinner dates, bitches come from different ways
Got AKs on the interstate, bust down
duckin' down
I snuck around into the bathroom
Loadin' rounds into this gun
Until I've realized
She ain't worth the bullet
Grabbed a knife and get to cut
All my inner demons, voices inside my head, that keep telling me I'd be better off dead. With a bullet in my head, or OD'd in my bed, or with a hatchet
little bullets I'm shooting them from a tank
Hoping that ill float above water until I sank
I'm walking the plank
Find me in a room with body it's not what
out of a cannon
Would it make it any better?
If you fill a gun with glitter
What'll become of the bullet
if you're only suffering under a vail
I'm
all dipped
Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip
Black electric tape over the hole in the handle
If you hold it right and hit 'em with it they
comes, ya don't want to come test and son
We stay strapped by the left lungs, we don't care where you rep from
Sniff this 'til you get numb, hold ya head
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