Lyrics:
We gun make it
Move move move
Move move move
Move move move
Lil Tall, Lil Tall, Lil Tall
I come in running the game
Pullin around and I'm paving
on my little sister (Put down the gun)
[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony
Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie
the fishes, niggas know I'm a shark
How you go big on big on large? (Go)
'Member we was walkin' on feet? No car
Remember we was broke in a circle, on God
Uh look sucker, this my gun butter
Street fighter bitches, this the up cutter
Nun-chucker, no time to ducka'
Sign of the cross 'cause this is her
game
Still fuckin' the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!)
A drive for no paper work, organize drive-by's and your neighbor
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she
motherfuckin' three
(And Yean High as me)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I got the smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke comin' up out my gun
Smoke comin' up out my mouth
Smoke
fast, hurt my knee
To my gang, ride for me
If I die, slide for me
USA economy
Guns and guns, Zack and Cody
Harry Potter got them sticks
Hittin' hard like
homie we don't try
Homie we gettin' rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Usual suspect, when the work hit the dock
The gun jerk first, and then it pop
'aight cuz right there to my left
(Right)
[Jay-Z]
Over baby, told you baby
Big gun right over your left shoulder baby
Same nigga that taught you how
But chill, cause after we over, I bring her back,
It's not too long, I just show her where a big gun at,
I feel no guilt, that's right, I don't give
in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me buck it
Move ya bumba hole,
bag, Big cash (Cash, cash, cash)
Gotta big gun wit a big mag for a bih ass
Bix Bix Deuce Big Kove blood what's bracckin (Wh662p)
From summer to winter I
I can't miss the streets in the industry, but that's what they taught me
I'm sporting my Chanel with Celine, big drip like Fivio Foreign
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
than a motha fucka
But you a big steppa huh you a gun busta
Big money but can’t help bury your lil brotha huh
But Flashing money on the gram
But When it
gun got a kick back
I’m bout money you know that I get that
Know I get hunneds I run up them big stacks big stacks
These niggas act like my friends I
I got a big-ass Glock on me you can tell by the way I walk
Ayy I had to tell big bro be cool he stay tryna knock sum off
Go we hit the block they run
But I don't wanna be a playa no more
I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Brock still down by law
Who's down to crush
The Rich Way
BMG
BMG
BMG
Reno
Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka
a board box
All them a talk what that can do
Big long gun longer than bamboo
Seven point six we load by the grain
Shot leak out a head just like a shampoo
kill all them big pricks
Ah don't buy your silence
Am a fucking tyrant
Bad bitch by my side
Never fucking tiring
Ah don't buy your silence
Am a fucking
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