Lyrics:
this cap like Bobby, aay
If I come with my dogs in black like Franklin, you can get chopped like GTA
My boys never got chased by a bora
But your boy got
combat, there ain't no comeback
You're tryin to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns
Just
for anybody try jacking my whip
And if it's more than one son
I brought backup for this
20 shots in gun 1 in gun 2 36
AK a long barrel, with
around
Get laid down
Slim
Took me for a joke
Holmes
Stand by
I think he need a stand by
Yung boys in the hood
Got it lock now
Stand by
I think she need
moved an inch closer
??? him in his stomach, grabbing the gun from his side
Snatched the PD by her wig, motherfucker surprise
The gun to the head
Ya I’m speedin' down the block wit a dirty choppa
Ya you know the guns that I be totin’ be dem oppa stoppas
Boy we gangin’ up we catch yo ass they
acknowledge it
Talking tough but I won't buy it
Complete silence
What they kicking these suckers frying
This aint a race
You in a run wit a damn tyrant
Here
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
two-faced when it comes to choosing toppings
That's variety of salami or pepperoni stop me
You wanted this you got me
If it's a crime you caught me
Call your
shit shots at yo brain
Get rearranged
Seven teners that be the gang
Time to slide we go insane
Rodney died you dont feel our pain
Whole family cried this
Cause I don't have none
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, come on
This Khujo "Gun Club" Goodie at your service
I specialize in whacking
for
Gun dem different, likkle boy this nuh regular
Hunt de boy down cud ah call me the predator
Come for yuhself myself I doh send no messenger
Why yuh
and he robbed him
Jordan was tight, left the beam in his house
He said “I can’t believe this pussy boy was cleaning me out!”
Called Ben on the phone, “A
saw
Run up on kinfolk
So I know he know I'm on go
I ain't letting off
Yea this one is personal
So I call the shots on this job
Run in quick first one
outta me
Shit, peep ya boy as I come from the heart
David Copperfield could not perform the bullshit tricks in South Park
Then you know about the Psych
With no fuckery
Fuck boys or
Fuck arounds
Man don't sit me
Don't stand me
Don't come around
Man don't sit me
Don't walk me
Don't cross around me
I'm
There has to be some explanation for this insanity
Yeah, y'all niggas faker than that boy (fill in the blank)
Now give me the dank
Niggas claim they want
you live
And if you live by the gun then so be it
But don't chat about guns 24/7
As if you were in the World War
Don't get rude
I said don't get rude
woman infant, every boy and girl
(Take my hand, come with me on this journey)
Uh i hit the ground running in the is rap game,,
Found out a few wasn’t
go in
(Guns Cocked, Door Closes)
BITCH this a stick up Everybody on the floor
Nobody get up, Give me all the files to the
Rodney King trial, Anybody
fuck you ain't seen nothing
(Oh You Bouta Rob Somebody?)
Wait wait, baby i was born for this sense the Tonka truck Green army men Let Us all go in
(Guns
gone bleed
I'm goin' crazy in this bitch
Ima cop a Mercedes when I get rich
That boy a snake that boy a snitch
That nigga ratted on the click
They call
The one who see's the glory
That man is I, Capone
The leader, follow me
They wanna beat me like Rodney
See me like Pac
Have me like O.J. doing 100 in
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