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him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
forty Macs
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo suu, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got him backed up
Gun to his neck
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
We show
'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one
Home[00:18.62]Yeah, we sometimes leave[00:23.93]Away from our families[00:29.54]To grow and to age[00:40.20]Then I always ponder[00:46.77]How it
or eight-one
You'll get ate from me, nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
2, 4, 6, 8, 10
12, 14, 16, 18, 20
22, 24, 26, 28, 30
32, 34, 36, 38, 40
42, 44, 46, 48, 50
52, 54, 56, 58, 60
62, 64, 66, 68, 70
72, 74, 76, 78, 80
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said
[E-40:]
Fuck cowboy keys, now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
Nor have I ever been any coastal
Bill Thaxton was an ex-ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was the fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
Baptised in fire
Forty to one
So silent before the storm
Awaiting command
A few has been chosen to stand
As one outnumbered by far
The orders
Baptised in fire
Forty to one
So silent before the storm
Awaiting command
A few has been chosen to stand
As one outnumbered by far
The orders
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
and my ho
Glock .40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me free
May the powers that be, nigga let me be
was a dream
Now I'm sittin' on top with a M16, 'case a nigga wanna plot make that nigga straight lean
Bullets hot like sriracha (grrrt), forty with
a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me free
May
my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playing hide and seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by
the ride"[01:16.03]I need you by my side[01:22.01]I need you by my side, yeah[01:27.19]I need you, I need you by my side[01:33.92]I need you by my side[01:40.03]I need
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
Mistaken identity
You really got this one wrong
Racially singled out
He must have a gun
And yet you get off with no time
How can this be
Master come un by gun
Last choice last chance chance
Peace time for the stonified
I can't stand the high design
Give me one of those whys to write
lives[01:03.49]Wounds by knives[01:05.27]Blistering sun[01:06.78]Turbo is my gun[01:08.35]Bottle of beer[01:09.72]I'm the one you fear[01:11.20]Gasoline
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