Lyrics:
down, yeah
Big guns, no noise, small guns, but they loud, yeah
AK's, MK's, SK's, okay
Pin drop, locate your place, drive by
I'm thinkin' drive by
to the Bronx
And it's the fortunate one,
Who dies
[NAS]
New York, we ready!
[Kevin Rudolf]
He move from LAS to SoHo (ho)
A few blocks
For those who
Winfrey, you are the gross national product'
I'll get my guns and ammo, cruise down to LA Ask you for your autograph, and blow you away BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
the trigger
I pick up the pieces
One by one
Put them back together now
And stuff 'em back in my gun
I got news for you
It's goin' down
Before you
I pick up the pieces one by one
Put them back together now
And stuff 'em back in my gun
I got news for you, it's goin' down
Before you come home
causing malaria
People can see me
And think what they think
Lately I offer zero
That could stink
No regards, let me
Drop by the ink
Deleting my stuff
What
La la la la la la la la la la iaaaa
Ei ei eeeeeeiii
Broken microphone, mystic global sound the rithm of souul
Real my head alone, living inside on by
Gather round
I got a story to tell
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This my ghetto lullaby
Lullaby
La la la la la lullaby
This
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Artillery got a gun for every letter
In the alphabet while your family in pajama's
I'll be stepping in
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
A jungle
Guns go off in the jungle
I tip my derby like Zorro
Ain't no such things as war heroes
Frontline planes fly by, like the sparrow (BLAOW!)
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
checking out)
Don't let Massa teach you that we are by ourselves
'Cause trust me there's something else (I'm checking out)
Oh la la la, la la, la la
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
time to play
The one
And only way
As time goes slowly by
La la la la la
You're my melody
So heavenly
Where are we going
Every single day
Life throws our
The devil's got his gun
This rabbit's on the run now
Stand by me love
It's you I'm thinkin' of
La la la la la la la la la la la la
The devil's got his gun
By Thomas McKee
Hi and howdy doody.
I'm a union man
You can call me Rudy.
Any of you boys not paid up on your cards?
You know I'm pleased
the landscape
I hope you go swimmin with sharks covered in chum
I hope you blow your nuts off tuckin your gun
I hope you get lost in the desert eaten by vultures
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
Strange times we're living in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
They got me killin' with them
They got me sinnin' with them
Smokin' drum, holdin' arms, bustin' guns with them
They got me fearin' the pen,
I survived the dinner
Then the air went thinner
I retired to the briars by the pool, it gets so loud
If I die this instant
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