Lyrics:
left your barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people
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
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
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
with my nephew and we smoking again
"Turn your music down low, man yo' shit too loud!"
What the fuck you talking 'bout, I put my gun in yo' mouth
spot 'em
Man, fuck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wondering who shot him
Grave located, don't post your nigga garden
Pop niggas up, now
then pop a vein
Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot
Animal House, two grand'll handle your
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'
In these long, hot summer days
Need a way to cool ourselves down
Pop off the top of that Chevrolet
Drive through the car wash
Laugh and fall
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
Yo Doc what up my nigga
Snoop Dogg, it is what it is
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta man
And I think it's time for me and you to just
Turn it
The Skulls met the Pythons
Down at the First Street station
Alliances have been made in alleyways
All across the nation
These boys live off
and get folks?
Got you all yelling, I thought you'd pull out a gun and hit four
But you's a scary dude(okay), believed by very few (okay)
Just keep it
and I ain't seen shit
But these niggas'll scream for plea
But for a G like me, it's just a case, really, you could see
I crack the MAC back and pop off
I know a man whose plow handle hand is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is his name they say he travels in the night
For he might have to kill
a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man
A Dat mi alias
Badmind syndrome kill
Marcus severious
Listen to mi hear dat call
Dem get
the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
Or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH
Your mami and your pops, man, they 'bout to find your body
The snitcher
shoulda run, you shouldn't good
Stand by
Buss mi gun inna pussy face
Big belly Taurus ah light up e place
Louder dan clappas, every baby wake
Bwoy fi
Or any information about where these rappers may be
Please contact 528-CASH
Your mami and your pops, man, they 'bout to find your body
The snitcher
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
Hardcore Sinista
Written by J. Robinson, J. Holliday
Performed by The Bizczar Sinista
I wanna give a shout to Onyx and 100 Mad Niggahs
One gun
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
Started off on the Island, AK
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
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