Lyrics:
all of that echoes
Aiyyo, aiyyo shoebox with nothin' but bread
The lead fly out the magnet
Dragged it by his brain and his leg
Where I'm from, niggas
by a barrage from a M-16
But to each his own, choose you mobile phone
Choose a tailored suit, the luxury home
You'll never get caught, 'cause you
Let me tell you what it takes to join the Numbers
A boy never had a dad, he jumps the gun first
Dodging bullets on the sands of the Flats
His mother
Kobain! Kobain!! I be thinking I'm Kobain
No Gun to my brain/ I be thinking I'm Kobain
No Gun to my brain/ Kobaaaiiin.... Cold pain
Aye Hun ....
and a leg
Kinda cost me arm and a leg, pussy
I went from a chump to a champ, yes I flipped this script
You'd get blind if I flicked this wrist
I came in
tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My niggas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist,
Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets and guns moke! Dipset!
Now
If we was playing pro-ball,
of a Bentley
Hop out and I'm blowin', it's rented
Walk up, ain't doin' no drive-bys
Your MVP, that bitch my sideline
Just a wild lil' nigga from the South
Slices cuts from Samurai
Cha Ching
Double M he's a dope MC
Write a script like Socrates
Succeed while I smoke my weed
Me and Money be like pots and pees
I
"Demon" in blood
On the titties, no remorse for life
He wild for the night, son, gun and knife
Living trife reckless, hang a man by his necklace
Then mail
a-hurtin', from all of her flirtin'
That was her nature and that was the way that she lived;
She flirted one night, it started a gun-fight
And after the smoke
They all stop, saying "my, oh my"
She likes to run, like a bullet from a gun
She just loves it, it's all fun
She turns faster than an Alabama red
She
the Shooter
To go past him
To get to the Favorite Student.
His goal was to exhaust
All bullets of the Shooter
So that by the time the Shooter
Reached
that
Sit your ass down
Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at you
Come with the fuckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the
Naysayers yappin', the K
of y'all
Have your kids thrown out of a plane, 'look out cus'
My plots are like movie scripts, they well planned
Snatch you off the land and drop you off
got extorted
Power on my side
God guns or time
What's better protection
Let a bullet decide
Respect my g
bust swag out my dick
Got Sons everywhere
there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave a hole in the paper
First
you to heaven
I got the gas nigga, chevron
Rest in peace mike
He once told me
"You live by the gun you die by the gun"
There go the opps lets wack em
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
their mouth bound em
Guns clap security be callin for back up
??? bullets drop leavin them bagged up
Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
They
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
Though I am weary, I can't stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle,
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.
From out of nowhere,
them bullets duck
Cause the could be from us
(Mhm, yeah)
I said they could be from us
(Mhm, yeah)
Im sipping' on that tuss
(Mhm, yeah)
All you did was
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