Lyrics:
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
I pop some Percocets, then I pop some Xanax
Sitting back strapped, cocked, plotting on your man next
Jacked a nigga for his work, then stretch it
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha are tellin
But suddenly a chill came
girl do the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
This bitch ain't got no pot to piss on
Keepin' it next to the name and her gun
comes down to who's quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin' off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop
brought me here,
Droppin' piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks pop pop ya pistol now,
If a nigga want to run up gun up
Put him
)
Man nah go dead I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
I have my own I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Nah run again I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Chi
the gun gun blaze on they ass,
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
the main man
I've been ballin' so long, need an Ace band
Calvin Klein on my waistband
In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance
Say man, how it feel to be
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
a lot of thing (fuck the nigga home, *gun shots*)
A matter fact he gettin potty trained
Livin with his momma man
Stressed and pain, no gain
No fame, for
the sparks
It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man
Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man
You know like I know, the party don't end
pumpin' Beenie Man
Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man
You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when
Now the grub is runnin'
As time goes by the tales grow taller
About possum in possum hollar.
As a young man I'd go a courtin'
With my sweetheart named Sally Blair
Down
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
Best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip,
And make a man understand where she's comin'
to rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin' lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love them so them can't love me)
Yo, straight puttin' down gettin' my
playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop
Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs
hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) down with the shit
King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the shit
This, that, pop this
gone, we would never come to
And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free
For so long, London
Stitches undone
Two graves, one gun
miss what we had, but could someone give
A message to the smallest man who ever lived?
Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?
Did you sleep
Pop me like a lemon drop
Baby, gon' do that, fine but you knew that
Holla at a man and break me off that Kit Kat
Lookin' so mean with them
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