Lyrics:
started pushing weight
Like I was getting buff
Got ta get it by any means
And I don't give a fuck
I been a bad boy
Like I was signed with puff (Diddy)
Got
On and on and on and on
A Ju, if she ain't ah nine or better
Don't even let her pass bro
Bad bitches only blood
Red bone five five wit no heels
Roll it, pass it, pass out on the mattress, smoke it, cash it, call me bobby savage, 21, jumpshot, bitch I got the clippas, blood runs, gun cock,
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad bitch I
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad bitch I
blood starts too rush
You told me I shouldn't cling to you
But you latched on
Said things we can't take back
Oh
Summer's more than half gone
You'll be
some dam ends
Make yo self look bad, do it bad
But don't hop along
My nigga is home when I shoot
Through yo fuckin' chrome
Bullets gone be home
It
ain't fun, when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse
surrounded by the darkness
Lying on the ground steady grabbing where my heart is
But I had to bounce back
Looking at the sky only thing I seen was black
21
(Many times upon a time, told many times over, by the many people affected)
(There was a young child, with a story behind 'em)
(But this right here,
and a purpose
It'll lick up all the water thats 3 11/29s
21, 2, and then 3 done came and straight up passed me by
11/29 two thousand and 21 is mine
I know
to act foolish (Hey)
And you know them boys ain't
Playing by the rules (Woo)
Young guns running
We have any girl we choose
Bad and you nervous, man
Them
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
If the mob wants blood
Then they’ll fucking get it
You started this war
Now you’ll fucking regret it
21st Century Death Squad Anthem
Your life is
feeling my vibe
I know that shit not right
Keep a stick by my side
Noly don't need no gun
But if you got one, then I got one
Got a bad bitch, she 21
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that's for Pete (that's for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that's me (bitch, on Blood
done, too much little juvenile blood ah run (run)
Everybody blood ah boil, pot a bun (bun)
Least likkle ting a man ah draw fi him gun
And when di fun
Mmm
Mmmmmm
Yea Yeaaaa
Yea
By any means ima always protect my energy
Before I'm gone let me know that you gon remember me
You know it costs to be
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
Gun by mi side, nuh fraid' ah no boy (ahh ahh')
Yo Matches Lane, Central
When mi die burry me with me gun By me side me nuh fraid ano' boy,
Fraid' ah
by the rules
Yeah, I made the game
A little blood
A little sweat
Good lies, bad bets
Drink it up til you forget
Any of it ever happened
A little blood
by the rules
Yeah, I made the game
A little blood
A little sweat
Good lies, bad bets
Drink it up til you forget
Any of it ever happened
A little blood
get put in my place
I might just get out the way
I'm horrified by looking back
Wish I could change yeah get on track
Stop that blood from goin' bad
going well, so well[02:16.21]So just beat it[02:17.54]While I'll wish my shell to be gone[02:19.70]Sticking your head in my business[02:21.52]Well baby
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