Lyrics:
Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
There's no feeling any
no daps, strapped three times
That TEC-11, AK-47, one Beretta
Ready for whatever, tell them pussy niggas, "Come together"
Heavy better, nigga,
and the AK-47 spray
Let the Ripster kill 'em now
Put 'em off in the grave daily
When the slugs start crawl up in ya
Well I roll with realer niggas
Pop pop
ah trail ah twelve guage shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-guage and the AK-47 spray
Let the Ripster kill 'em now
Put 'em off in
of the month
AK-47 for the niggas who's really lookin' for heaven and a 9 for you chumps
Got killers in my squad and I'm the nicest one in my group
But I got
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you want to pop back?
AK47 now nigga, stop that
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got
of a coca leaf
Ak-47 under my chauffeur seat
They killin' niggas in Compton, some of y'all hope it's me
That thought alone make niggas paranoid, so watch
numbers involved,
AK47s, Singing win or by sum or you fall?
I dealt with brawls, and those willing to sell they soul,
Over cars and clothes, man am
wanna step to Cube and then they get played
'Cause they bitch-made pulling out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you want to pop back?
AK-47 now nigga, stop that
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
me
Meanwhile yo bitches wanna kiss my D
Child Rebel Soldier, hit that ass for the combo
AK-47 and the dress on a rhino, boom
Commodore like Lionel,
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun so you want to pop back?
AK-47 now nigga, stop that
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
and then they get played
'Cause they bitch-made pulling out a switchblade
That's kinda trifle 'cause that's a knife-o
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold
tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (what?)
Came home uptight, ready to mash
Like a gas pedal, get on that sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who
sixty-four Chevy level
AK-47 heavy metal
Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle
I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils
Cause we
a victim of a
AK-47, hundred-round each, each, each
But why must we retaliate?
Is it human nature?
I don't know, I look for the answers later
"Make a right,
hoe, aK-47 assault rifle
Hold the 50, I'm nifty, how? got a new style
I hate when suckas be claimin'
That they foldin' bank
But steady talkin' mess in
the chalk where we play (okay)
Yeah, come through the city
We gon' chop your ass up just like some sushi (yeah)
Ak47, stick go stupid (yeah)
Draw
like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka
That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa
AK-47 my business partner, business is swell
French kiss
people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm running this shit, hundred yard gain
shirt match my button seats
The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat
Watch your fuckin' feet 'cause I'm hot in the streets
Yeah, a quarter thing is how I got in
wit the AK-47
Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin' blessin'
They betta not mess wit mine cuz I'm tellin'
Any you niggaz run up again
That it ain't no
nigga, that's my hood
Money real dirty, 9:30
Got a trap to catch fo' a Quarter Birdie
10:45, quarter to 11
AK 47 and a Mac 11
1:17, my trap
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