Lyrics:
the greatest, bitch I'm one of em
How in the fuck could you front on em
My old ho beefing, my ex won't be friends
Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace
disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist
And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish
Then all of a sudden her man pushed me
enforcin, extortion
Involvin take Bronson, or money launderin
We are shottas, yes y'all to the death y'all
Money power respect y'all the hell with
slick she fell for me
Locked up since last Sunday
Someone please call the bail bondsman
Strapped up like Charles Bronson
These fuck niggas ain't gon'
Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton
I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Thompson
You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton
on your wrist
And if you're looking for a hit check Charles Bronson from Death Wish
Then All of a sudden her man pushed me from the back
I turned out real
Bronson always hit that fucking target, never dummy luck
In these fucking streets, you get your collar popped for 20 bucks
And I'm just focused on these
charles bronson and I'm on some put you in the trunk all fucked up and lonesome its gon come armageddon nigga my arms is sweating cause I been busting them
strap
'Cause I was a son of a gun
Livin' life on the run
Now I pleaded 18 and outdone by none
Bold, Young, Handsome, Bad like Bronson
Pumpin'
little niggas get gun pounding
Keep moving, who saved you?
Play who? Not me
Me and Bronson, not we
Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast
Ice is
dick while I'm yawnin'
She missin' the D, now she moanin'
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (pause)
She top me like top of the mornin'
Niggarace
she moanin'
Her ass fatter than Action Bronson (Pause)
She top me like top of the mornin'
Niggarace told me to, oh shit
Niggarace told me, give me Rocky
tre piece
But this will be my fifth run
Harry fraudulent on the beat I
Beat Up that's my word
Action Bronson got the weed, I need
I didn't have to pee
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Von sich und Charles Bronson
Ja, Charles ist sein Freund
Und nun geht er ganz dicht an den Schaufenstern lang
Und überprüft darin
Seinen
this is my city like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins
I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson
Knobs at your speaker
any pimp whoreless
Stereo stompin' defeatin' me is like
Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson
Had a Death Wish for this next to left shit
hides it away in Bronson Park
So he can't get to it after dark
Do I have to talk you into it?
Do we have to make sense of it?
They say I better seal
Manson
Or become Charlie Manson death wish
Or become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom
In a tea jar right next to the cookie
to Bronson, shout out to Fat Tony, Elizabeth Harper
Shout out to the first track off the second Carter
(Or maybe it was the second one)
Shout out to your
and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
Chains, bracelet, rings, blingin all crazy
Rob me? I think
any pimp whoreless
Stereo stompin' defeatin' me is like
Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson
Had a Death Wish for this next to left shit
My shit jammed and unjammed like I planned it
Like I was just takin? a breather, I'm back blamin?
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry wit? the cannon
You
any pimp whoreless
Stereo stompin' defeatin' me is like
Latrell chokin' up John Thompson, Charles Bronson
Had a Death Wish for this next to left shit
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