Lyrics:
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome 45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra
The fucking
nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one left in
ones
So I collect guns!
So step right through if you're down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge boom!
How can I love when I
I grew up to the sound of bullets whizzing by
Tear drops dripping down mama please don't cry
How can 2 wrongs make anything right?
How do we not
block, these bullets tackle niggas
Cuffing all the hoes you come across, you like to shackle bitches
Funny when you get your money up, they claim you
loot, gun, hons and fun
From down sun to up sun
Can't forget the lyrics cause that's my bread and butter, I make bread
When I'm butter and wicked like
About them, I doubt them cats waitin' for me
You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street
She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets
About them, I doubt them cats waitin' for me
You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street
She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair"
Bullets
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
didn't really mean those words at all
I'll bite the bullet
I'll do it in the name of love
I guess I'll bite the bullet
Or stop playing with loaded guns
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
man
The gun is steel with bullets real
Shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old man
Don't get shot by the old man
Run for cover and never turn back
looked that night
Oh Oh
Top down, dial up,
We're locked and we're loaded
Two bullets from a gun out of a world that exploded
Top down, dial up,
We're
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
my sight lines
Bullet fly through eye
Another duppy pon me gun as
Man ah make bat fly
Aye
Me ah one nigga nuff nigga love hate
Still me ah tell ah fool
and slam his parent's street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun
where he dwells
Where if shot down you plummet spiral down back to hell
From the heavens hard to know who prevails
Shot down by the baron guns growling
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
from Q-Borough
L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like
nigga better
Run a little faster
These bullets like Heinz oh
Yeah they'll catch ya
You wanna act tough
Let's see if you really are
When this gun busts
Oh
to the brain
Fire into a flame
I'm the one to blame
What did i do so wrong
You are unreliable
Take a bullet from a gun
Your pain is undeniable
I go alone
I'm all
world by the hand of God
Vrillon give me a ray gun
With military usurpation and collective self defense my persuasion
Break the white horse prophecy out
through the house
Put on a gas mask, find another guy
Put a gun into his mouth
Bullet exit's the chamber
Passes through the back
And into the bathroom where
(Bloodied sand)
With his life flashing past, women tortured by his own hand
Whilst we undo the work that has been done, women from afar arising with a gun
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