Lyrics:
you talk to me
Just kick me out the house if you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
[Intro]
Stop the drop top like the bezzles in my watch [Repeat: x3]
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Stop the drop top
by the 2, woo
And my jordan is true blue
I dont think amma choose you
So i hopped in the new coup
Know im never lackin always pistol packin
I be here
I bang with the gang that don't need no intro
We run from East Long Beach to West South Central
Credentials, to kick flows and rip shows,
dip 4's
I’m fine to drive
My lady by my side
Stickin close to me like a pistol taped to a thigh
We should see how fast we can go I know I tried
To tell my
(Intro)
One for the trouble,two for the bass
Check me out while I rock this place
(CHORUS)
Under fire
Take it higher
Desire
Under fire
(VERSE ONE)
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two felonies
One
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show
[Intro]
Huh
OK, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Hey, OK, hey, hey, hey, hey, OK
Come on
[Verse 1]
I never know whether I'm living
Poate intr-o zi, poate cand n-o sa mai fiu
si voi fi doar un gand, doar un gand pustiu
tu sa nu gandesti pustiu
fiindca incepe o noua viata (2
Intro
Oh wah I deserve som accolades
I made it through
Accolades!--------
Accolades!--------
Accolades!--------
Accolades!--------
Verse 1
And Now we
Tattoos on my body this shit don't mean nothing
Pistol in my pocket this shit don't mean nothing
Tryna chase a dream this shit don't mean nothing
Cuz
pistol next me
We was Lauren&Nipsey
She say she don't do gang-members
But she Fuck with me
She hate it when the opps got they eyes on me
She kiss me on my
Do the Shmoney Dance
Black mass Lucifer crucifixion
Hatchbacks used for drive-by shooter missions
I speak fluent in new pistols
A shoot addiction
Used 2 cop patron by the case
Or 3 for 50
Niggas toasting them blickies
Cause It’s like tht in my city
Can’t reach me if I’m busy
Name Wes but call
[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking]
[woman - harmonizing in background]
Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal
The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker
I
nigga
I don't give a fuck
Two bands on a Perc', Christian Louboutin
Shit, nigga hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, I don't give
the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I
welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said
movin' like a drive by
We could stack dough sky high
Listen one to five
Eighty nine tech nine it's all live
(2x)
[Ill Bill]
Yeh yeh I shot Reagan plus I
[Intro]
You know how it goes with these bitches, bro
You got to let these bitches know, what you here for
Know what I'm sayin'
Tell them what you
Intro
Yeah
clright
Fellowship
Gang
Hook:
To Much Money to be made,Just to die young/Let's Overcome , Let's live free that be the outcome/Me
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