Lyrics:
by the lake
I can sell a dream to
A nigga that's wide awake (Woo)
Acquire quiet cake, never coincide with jake
(Never) , nigga
From the Empire State,
the problems caused by the old
There's only one way that you can be sold
Taking the bullets before we all fold
We can give you one last chance
Or hand in hand
Nigga, huh?! What? What?
Watcha wanna do?
Now I be Wayne Wayne Wayne, from CMB
50 shots, flame flame flame, from artillery
Bullets, they stain stain
along)
Just drop the guns, and play basketball
Put down the guns (it could be fun)
Crips and Bloods all calm down
I mean, c'mon, what you fightin' for?
to college they said and now I’m laying in debt
Sallie Mae be the only chick that’s calling my phone
But fuck the debt, niggas wet from all the bullets
To the next man like a bullet from the gun
Row by row she starts to glow
To hell with the lot
cs we knock her into top
cnd drive her into a heavy crop
prepare to cop the plea sucker
Judge jury bailiff their all me
Your on trial but you can't win
Cause I wrote the script you die in the end
So throw in
Big smoke big leaves that cocaina
Big nigga big money in my demeanor
International business handle it by the liter
It's Mr. Watson when you see me nice
seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan,
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
Till you sell it for a fortune of gold
The fortunes foretold, we all die
So live life to the fullest
Live by the gun, die by the bullet
By the knife
[Intro]
Yeah!
Hypnotize Minds!
Three 6 Mafia!
Yuh! You niggas wanna motherfuckin' play nigga
Don't go by the Terrance playin' no motherfuckin'
worldwide, southside
Uh, worldwide, uh, uh, southside
I'm the number one gun son
Bullets come down in da millions
I'm blowin' up like Bubble Yum
All
heart
Take away all weapons, pray for peace and truth
Bury all the bullets and tell me what I do with these
Guns in my head at war with my soul
cords unplugged
For fun transform my hands to two guns
And navigate bullets through smoke decade lungs
You last year's thug a mascot cot for crack spots
for me
All these remains are falling apart to me
Leaving a hole in my bleeding heart by a bullet shot from your holy
gun it was loaded from your gun
Jump over the fence
Then we hop in the Benz
Roll out in the 10s
That's a close ass call
My niggas on the run
Fuck you you a dead nigga
Killed by the gun
Violence and gun spit, all of this dumb shit
Bullets steady flying
And niggas steady running for they life, yeah
Running for they life, yeah
Police steady
down, take it one bullet at a time!
Now fire, pull out all the shots!
Shine your gun all the way to freedom!
Now fire, blow them all up!
Sit back down,
through my head
I've been blinded by fairy tales that dont exist
Put a bullet in your gun
And shoot me dead
You say you dont love me no more but youre still
standards for achievement must be met
A king without a country
A ship without a sea
A gun without a bullet
A statue I can't flee
All of this falls around me
my chick, she a real fly witch, she don't need no prince
And she no bitch, looking like she came outta Regal flick, I mean we gon click
Fuck her by
and the sun, I'm the bullet in your gun
I'm the finger on the trigger and I'm 'bout to blast one
I don't ever give a shit, all the bitches better recognize
like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
Nigga run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
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