Lyrics:
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
coming and it is severe
Afraid of religion scared to go to hell
Afraid of the gun and the ring of the bell
Afraid of being good, scared of getting caught
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
Brownneggaz get that
Brownneggaz get that give them (Grrrrrr paw)
21 S.A.D BRP ELN
Wooo woo wo
Should I pull out da gang
(Pull out pull out)
Pull out da gun
no more
I got my boots I kick until I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes
21
Oh life has just begun
Got a temper like a gun
Pointing it at everyone
That's his game
And it helps him to get through the day
But
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
die, genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath, the aftermath is y'alls
I told you, last album, we need help 'cause we dyin'
Give us a chance, help us
With the all seeing light
I can see it from a far
At other times felt like
The dog chasing the car
But I had enough time
enough patience
Hit 21
Made
21 cause i aint never lackin i pump gas with my gun out
Shawty hit me up asking for a bit of clout im out
Just kiddin i got a whole album to finish
by the gun
So i always thought ima go out like that
Boom boom like that
Then i realized im fourteen i aint tryna die eighteen
Aint tryna die eighteen
low, hang tight, under count, overrun
COVID 19, 20, 21
6 feet separate mother and son
Breakdown, masked up, gloves and a gun
Lay low, hang tight, under
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
Its
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
dealt sacrificing for the bread as the cheese melt
Jumping thru hoops republican shoot Democrat stacking loot you at the end of boot
21 gun salute
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
own
Just call it an act of love
Protect the criminals
With Victims by the score
By taking our guns
They’re making us wards
To a State of Confusion
In
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
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