Lyrics:
Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call
a hog n****, me and my closest road dogz
Every ghetto street got a crosswalk
Let me get to the other side with my road dogz
All roam in the scary
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
Yea we got them black ass guns
How many your black ass want?
I was on probation every day
Smoking fat ass blunts
4th July down the street
Then we
A duffel bag of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how
in cars n called for keys I sold for hella pounds
Back then she ain't want me on my momma but im so handsome now
My first gun was not a fuckin Glock I
of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga
It's bout
the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun
speech align with "teacher, teacher help me seek the knowledge"
But the street's is evil, we proceed to flee police and sirens
Grievance foul, reaper
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
stepping disturbing the peace
Put your teeth on the curb n take a bit of the streets
No matter what takes
With everything at stake
I gotta make sure that I
My mindset on another level, I’ll never settle
Songs dropping like rose petals
Records show that I’m undermined by other guys, it’s no surprise
When
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
There are some on the streets
Gone living by the gun and beliefs
Some by notes of pianos
Played on and on you see
There are some on the streets
Gone
the name of the game out on the street, that's how it goes
They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger"
It ain't about whose gun is more bigger,
***a please come outside
Cuz its n****s in the street that swear they run outside
Everybody with me
Swear for every one I'll ride
Shorty on the gram twerkin'
dreams and hopes
Street livin', no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
Hitting 90 on a 30 down the freeway
I be moving still in silence like the streets the made me
Day or night I never sleep been chasing dreams lately
Been
Geah! Aiyyo Starks, what up?
What it do family?
[Chorus]
We street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word
Pop bottles and spend money
is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Footlocker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
asleep by now, But if
You miss that bus to dream town
Never worry another one is on it's way
I want you to think of
A tranquilizer gun being shot
At you
protection
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
It ain't a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name B. Siggy, Mac Milly, Mac Mittens
Broad Street Bully, Mac go fully,
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