Lyrics:
guns of navarrone, I shall shoot dem like al capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat well
[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down,
I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well
Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
Big pipes
I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well
Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
Big pipes
Adam where are you?
Behind the bushes in hiding because of fear of You
I heard the fear of God will bring you wisdom
Is that even true?
If
the metal medicine and holla
I aint never gotta wipe my tears
Never need a gang when I fight my fears
It stops right there
And continues right here
to your heart
Awh shit here we go again
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
When you met her
She was right so thick
Something better then a wife, no glitch
She
live right here, Club Indentment
We gonna stop and bring it back
We gonna stop and bring it back
Now get crunk with it, uh
Get crunk with it, uh
Crunk
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
[Chorus]
Drag-On, n****s act on
Messin' wit' the team - it's gon' be a sad song
X will bring the day and the night
'Cause we get it right, get it
guns of navarrone, I shall shoot dem like al capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat well
[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down,
a ride
Round here we just keep it steady
Bare minimum crew
We stay lit on these sides (Stay lit)
Bad b wanna chill n just wine n dine
But I can't we
it's loud on me
All this money been putting a smile on the boy
I been that, been here
N****s been falling off, claiming they hotter and rich still
No big
me what you add, if it aint gone bring a bag Ima make you kick push like Lupe. Lil n***as got opinions on the sideline. I’ma glide by em, moon walk
own it
Pick yourself up like you stole it
Run this shit like Al Capone and
Don't forget to kill em all n stack 'em nicely while you
counting bodies ,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
cock and it drops
[Chorus: x4]
Word to God, word to God, word to God
Pray for your soul and that's word to God
Rocks bring cops niggas glocks
the king, out here in this jungle
But if I fall, the whole Sears Tower gon' crumble
I represent my city, I'm from Holy City
Chicago where they made Al Capone
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
drop it low
Oh yeah there she go
Twerking dirty dancing
She ain't even know she was spotted by a playa
Hood n**** send a couple bottles over there
All I
thought it funny
Hunny won't you hold my past against me if I paint it to you nice n bloody
teehee
sss so slyther to my stone Mr Potter
N offer a Weasly
here them say, Stokez did it or Stokez a witness
From the same land that killed Dillinger, From where we still honor Al Capone
The city that breeds no
N.Y. where we do them guys 1090 grime
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
Straight to the top, BK got it locked
Bring it on
(Bring it on)
in between
Wit the nonsense, all these pussy niggas actin sex
Takin off your chest, bring it to the desert where I rest
South east to west, bustin
here fucking with me
3 piece mob suit like Capone that's drip
Fuck around Black Mike take that off his hip
All my real ones know
Imma hold it down
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