Lyrics:
through (Clue, Clue, Clue)
Pretty and crisp, why'all hoes pop shit
I keep my gun cocked (Clue, clue, clue) and my bitch spit
Yes, who the ras wan' test
Tagget's
I warned a brother of another brother's Glock
And I said "What's up, duck?" And I had my motherfucking gun cocked
So be a sport, another lesson
Vaton I'm a shiner
Cocky kinda true as a don big tymer
Rocks will blind ya, yea I'm the bomb street grinder
Cocked the ninner now you folks now ya time
feel the heat when it's cocked
Four, five, six your heart drop, way deep in your socks
You wanna walk, broke your ass down the street with a bop
and crisp, y'all hoes pop shit
I keep my gun cocked (clue, clue, clue) and my bitch spit
Yes, who the ras wan' test me
Original, don gargon that bitch
I'm
grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth
D on the block just like jadakiss
Haters shift, plead the fifth, spray
The fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major
saying
LaChat ain't bout her business
I tote my glock I keep it cocked
the .38 slug for a nigga
could be my brother husband cousin
fuck him I
pullin' right up beside me
Puts down my girl and then I bent low
Bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and cocked
pullin' right up beside me
Puts down my girl and then I bent low
Bullets are flying through my window
The enemy is on attack
Drew the nine and cocked
boom boom, the muthafucka dropped
Before I stepped to him, make sure my gun was cocked
We found a set of keys laying beside him
They went to his truck
mattress
Your mom's a actress. Didn't wanna show me the thing
It's okay, she was old anyway. I display
Hot 97 rhyme ready. Cocked Mac-11, line steady.
Down."
At the Harvest Fair she'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes,
with my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
for a smile from
shipped outta east LA
It's brooklyn where niggas lives is tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wives was tooken
Fort greene and hemlock
The 5th been cocked
on it
Cocked to the side
Fat sack of the pine trees so I can get high
Red bag full of goodies for
The girls and boys
Like a nine millimeter, fuck toys
a cocked 4 - 4 in a four door
I ain't trippin cause what I
Got waitin in the back
Will graze the back of any
Nigga that's a Silvaback
You wanna know why we
shit never fall for a bitch
Less the bitch make ends
Look know you from the streets
So you ain’t goin' have no friends
Keep it loaded keep it cocked
Glock staying cocked aim, Squeeze
Dive in there and get 'em
What kind of nigga make a nigga
Move when they come through?
Act a fool when they come
you niggas on my case
The way you niggas 'round us
It's not how I rock when I pull it out
Hit the floor because it's already cocked
When I'm not 277
got the fo’-fo’ cocked and loaded
I’m with the big homie, gangsta and goated
(Damn)
Fuck what they sayin’, ain’t payin’ (Fuck)
My bitches badder than
I'm hittin' him up
I drop the top, pullin' up at the club
Glock cocked, I got thirty-two slugs
2Pac, bitch, I live like a thug
God blessing, he gon'
cocked for a roach
Take 'em down for the coke, Randy got it in his coat
Pound and lean, roll the dope, these niggas don't tote
Y'all niggas won't blow,
my finger a gunshot
Karma for keeping my gun cocked
Drinking in the pad
Like Jordan with his tongue out
I remember
When all my hope was gone (I was
twisted around under a fly
And a youngster cocked her eye
God, before me if I'm not crazy
Is my daughter
Come little one
With yer little dimpled fingers
It's hot, hot, never come outside without your Glock cocked
Chiraq like a top shop, turn your Hellcat to a drop-top
I done been to prison a few times,
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