Lyrics:
(verse 1-t-pain)
Number 1 shotta
Bad man make the girls shake like maracas
M-16 bust and take your whole top off
Were deal ear me don't fuck with
nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
I think I'm 'bout to lose it man
repeat
[Chorus]
The man who lives by the gun now
bound to die by the gun now
repeat
[Chorus: x2]
The youths are wailing in the streets now
the gun and cold ice
Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
They send a brother off to fight for your
baby
You a little forty-eight baby
Got a little candy in her pocket
She gon' take off like a
You already know (know, know, know, know)
Dirtied up
girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
This is the story of love that came undone
This is the story of two men
And a gun of two men and a gun
A man that I'd never met stole my wife
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward, you servant, you blind man
Barking of machine-gun
lettin off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin pop but the shells, these ain't words from hell
These are slugs, something you
respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! Body drop, it wasn't me!
blastin'
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it
You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Gun
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
What makes him bigger by blasting off a cap
But how do you figure?
The number one son-of-a-gun is named death
A thief of life, a poacher of breath
I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off
I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun
hip, Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good 'cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cause shit might pop off and if shit pop off
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out
Murda, mo' murda
Mo'
my money, and leave me the keys
Of somethin fast and I'm good man I'm easy to please
I never lived in a fancy house
I grew up where the guns pop
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
I sailed in on the good intent
With all intentions clear
A man without a mystery
A vision brought me here
The ocean gave me room to roam
But
Remember when the shit hit the fan and the man wanted to know
which way you ran?
(Life goes on) (4x)
Back it up, smack it up, pop your corn
I got
"Hercules!"
Bitch I'm livin' BIG, my gun is little cease
If that girl don't pop it off
I'll just skeet right on her weave
Okay that gold pack in my pocket I'm
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