Lyrics:
on the prairie
To die by a Ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble
His chances for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body
Was all that
I do what a nigga gotta do
Got goons, I ain't even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool
I like my bitches in two's
Gotta go, I
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
That's why I carry my motherfucking gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna start shit in every way
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
in
Your camouflaging
Now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad
Intention and Wu Wear
are almost there
So wave your guns in the air
Like you don't care
We have no cross to bear
Come on get the fuck up
Boy get gone
Bad venom left me sprung
everything fun
And now that he's gone I feel dumb
I made bad decisions I was really young
But never should he suffer from
Not living just lost and I'm numb
Now
the world tonite
The world tonite
Big moon staring at the world tonite
Young blood run free,
You can be anything you want to be
Young blood run wild
So whether you bangin' for crip or blood
You better bang for somthin' young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by Johnny Law
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
Given a life sentence to crime until my life is ended
Niggas wanna point guns in my face, so what? (What? What?) I'm taking mines in blood
Niggas
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
and all is done and there is no more blood to spill,
he puts the gun up to his head, and gets his final thrill.
That's what the bad man must do.
as the blood in your veins
I say there's fire down below
You say it's only smoke and ashes baby
I was blinded by devotion
My unwavering love for you
So
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
your heart, it's gone vacant
You left me alone now there's blood on the pavement
If I could tell you bout love
I'd say
Bullets and guns
Aren't for fun
to a hospital and take a look at that wound
Twon says no I'm ok its just my shoulder all I need is a bathroom
Then 5 minutes has gone by and they tellin Twon
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
and
Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
can't ride no dick but you can twerk
I'll take nigga bitch without effort
Bad bitches only that my curse
Most you niggas worthless, you raised by
gone I'm not the same
And you
Give me one more reason
One more reason to die
You
Give me one more reason to die
You be blood, with no regrets
blood crazy
Gutter
Living
Got me tripping
I'm struggling like a bad actor
Gutter
Living
Got me sounding like
The Madd Rapper
The bad influence
is gone
Top of the world, fifties and thousands
Bad bitch, fly clothes, dope whip all by seventeen
Feelin' like a boss, even pistol whip my brothers
Protect and serve... your coffee and donuts
While kids are covered in blood and their parents are tased
By a lion, tin man and scarecrow all hiding behind
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