Lyrics:
your life
I got enough firearms to level Syria
Trying to put bullets through your frame
And then I’ll disappear on ya
Dumb nigga, you just got shot up in
Central, this is Officer Jimmy.
Looks like we got two rastafarians down here on I-10,
Definitely some marihuana, possibly some firearms,
Need two
the firearm
Each killing the counter, horrific in it's own way
A groundbreaking case that lasted for another day
This is the city of fast money, expensive
the Constitution (Yeah)
So you know I exercise my right to bear firearms
Ay, and I don't owe a nigga shit, y'all can blow a nigga's dick
We got sticks in our
(Never leave home)
Invested in quarters, and Marvel vs CAPCOM
See my nigga turn Megaman (Megaman)
Since eleven never seen no coat without a firearm
In
crying
No more arms in the air
We put firearms in the air
Molotov cocktails thrown in the air
Cnn got dummy Don on the air
Talking 'bout he smell that
the spear
Second, I thought gunpowder
Firearms the main aim shifted
To ejaculation and bombs
The mystification of the orgasm
Third, I think simulation
what!
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shoot niggaz, cut niggaz, fuck niggaz, what niggaz
Butt niggaz really shouldn't bop, you strut niggaz
Firearm touch niggaz,
faster better
Firearms made of plastic
Our world is so fantastic
You can't fight what's in your soul
And keep the devil in the hole
You can't fight
on the handle bars (bars)
Now we handlin' firearms
Just lend me gas, and I do the dash
I puff puff and pass, get deep on the pass
I hit 'em hard
what I tell her, my word in her ear
Screech off in a foreign, this shit get alarmin'
New firearm in the arm of my garments (boom boom)
Phone steady
do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
It's them do's and don'ts
They're movin' the most
I don't carry no firearms
I don't carry that
spotlight, got this Cartier on me (yeah)
I can't slip and let a nigga harm me
So I gotta keep a firearm and my arms free (brrt)
We ain't shootin' for no
don't think shit sweet, I want the top dawg
You better keep that firearm 'cause once it's once it up, boy, it can't come down
Like fuck a fight, year
the spear
Second i thought:
Gunpowder, firearms the main aim shifted
To ejaculation and - bombs:
The mystification of the orgasm
Third i think:
Simulation
Cappone
Tellin me the jail wars on, I know, I was listenin to po-po
Tell 'em niggas it was on a long time ago
Gather up the firearms to bomb, ring
the spear
second,
i thought:
gunpowder, firearms
the main aim shifted
to ejaculation
and - bombs:
the mystification of the orgasm
third,
i think:
simulation
girls, one time (thats what I'm working on)
Don't trust these hoes (pretty like Nia Long)
Don't ask more than once (bust it like a firearm)
I don't
dynasty Allianz, full of firearms, carriers
Kings who pull strings like a Stradivarius
His imperial highness is smart as smart appliances
Sharper than
with my apostles, sending shots to your area
Your firearms are too short to box with God
Pick a side or you get ate like an octagon
Or decide to stay
cracking domes
We love car jacking, and breaking in people homes
Love concealing weapons, illegal firearms
I'm a felon, ain't no papers on this pistol in my
cock
Back the ting and bark it
So when I'm wearing a glove
Boy Better Know I've got some sort
Of firearm in my pocket
If I don't send for the bucky
move, nigga, be still fuck nigga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blows, gun blows
Deadly, a raw dose of heroin
Firearm, fishscale, fuck let the felon in
the telephone rings
Man gets shift, nobody sings
When I'm wearing a glove
Boy better know I got some sort
Of firearm in my pocket
If I don't draw for the bucky
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