Lyrics:
tié-quar, car
C'est fini le temps où, mon gars, tu pouvais tout
Contrôler, tout a changé surtout
Pose ton gun, mec, sinon c'est dix ans
Plus la mort d'un
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
Y'all mother
the dug out
Little ass nigga you need to sit down
When the guns pop out you too scared to come around
You ain't trapping worth shit
You in your moms house
dress me in a black suit, and a black tie
Pass me by to the darkest cloud in the sky
No time to waste, we got the drugs in the briefcase
We stickin up
Don't know that I noticed
Drop 'em in the lake
Leave their ass floating
If I ain't got a gun then I'ma use a knife
Edge pointing down and you kill
Them
trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
posture- pedic
No, I'll never remove my vertebrae to fit under your ceilin
I see them triggers squeezin, like boa constrictors inflicting pain
On mothers
to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket
Never mind the gun spray
a while
I'm a bad boy, yeah, I'ma tie her down
Pullin' on her hair when I tie her down
Who your first was, that don't matter now
That's long and gone,
the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was
fuck it, why y'all snakey mother fuckers
Gonna learn how this nigga rock quiet storm niggas
Leave you shot for dead, nigga I'll rot your flesh
By
til we shut down shop
So keep your glock cocked, one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread
The alibi be simply,
you can tie me down for life
Yea everything you do just feels so nice
And even if it's only for the night
You can la la la la love me right
La la la la
woke up this morning...
UH OHHH!
got yourself a...
*starts with cut of beats from Nas, "got yourself a gun"*
I GOT MYSELF A GUN
UH OHHH!
I GOT MYSELF
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
you’ve got? Get off your damn bong
And to the person who started this, you know who you are.
Admit your sins, your lies, then get hit by a damn car
It’s
grill, nigga, put your money where your mouth is
I'm in the club, bottle in my hand doing my two step
While I got my gun in my pants call it the hammer
all the Henny
War you can't storm me like him Louis bent it
Gun shotter drop the nine hard, and he hold it
Lick off the pants fall down, we need wallets
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
on every block, til we shut down shop
So keep your glock c***ed, one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread
not derail
Don't lay your head if you shit by it
Got skeletons, but my shit private
I paved the way, y'all misguided
So try it, I'mma send a threat
stripped
And torn down by his black brothers and sisters
That were uneducated and that did not know
And he was stripped
And he was torn down by his
trying to front like he's down with
Mount Zion
What's goin' on
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
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