Lyrics:
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
drive me wild like a roller coaster
I been givin' you my last n' all I ask is for to bring me closure
I'm feelin' lost and alone by myself
Like how they
loaded guns
All because no daddy's at home, to raise they son's
Man Up! or Glove Up, or Catch some more re-runs
And here we go again, bomb'n over seas
by side
I shouldnt be so calm
When the fire I hold inside
Will keep me safe from harm
The scars are all I hide
Tears from wars before
Though I changed
my guns are empty of bullets, now my only weapon is screaming and shout
GO! to paradise that years ago I heard is softer than a pillow
So desired but
Ever since we were 14, we been hanging with some cold killers
Trynna sell us guns with the products
I’m a target so I bought glock
I never missed when I
age
Seen all my n***** front page
Taking this shit day by day
Reminiscing all my n***** looking at all they pictures (pictures)
Gone kill all they
beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I
but real life nigga don't got no gun
N we keep shit so omerta
Shit got hit up but nigga don't know who spun
Niggas talk like they want smoke, so when
To end 14 years a friend
And couldn't even face me and stand
To say that the real reason for distance was because you never took a chance as a man
Now
To end 14 years a friend
And couldn't even face me and stand
To say that the real reason for distance was because you never took a chance as a man
Now
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
all the M-3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats and lights blinkin, let
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
sign my shirt?
[Violent J:]
Hehehehehehehehe, yeah
I remember school, hoes back then were like "Joe Bruce ewwww"
Years passed by, and look I'm
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
don’t bite it
By the way I relapsed you
Bitch I couldn’t fight it
When I rap about a gun it's
Just so you can understand it
Grown men shit piss and faint
Inhale
Exhale
Stellar night
Bushwick
West Santa Monica
Guns in the pulpit
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
All that I need to get by
Don't tell me you ain't involved
When you get nicked tryna sell dope
Mans finna pull up and crash with a gun
Man's finna pull up and crash N burn
I ain't
Felt Fine)
Now songs are about gangsters and guns and the TV speeds by at a 100 deaths an hour and every one wants to pull off a crime in the century
A duffel bag of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how
On that day I was destined to fail
He rose again after drinking from the grail
It's because of his father I was put in a cell
The sun doesn't shine
Yea uh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now
Check Check
Nigga you feelin' like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from
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