Lyrics:
scared
Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare
They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga,
It's everywhere
Everything around us turning red - red
You walk into your home
You walk it talks - red
The fever's taken over everyone
And the only law
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
I don't feel safe anymore
Sitting with my gun in my hand by myself cause I never feel safe anymore
I don't even pray anymore and I'm damned cause I
call Red Rock call
(It could mean rewind the gun-check me baby)
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
(It could
cool-Aid, whaa?
Wit my red hot riplets
Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man
You all that and a bag of chips
And I just wanna know if me and you can
change
And all my life
I've been waiting for a ride
Stole a Red Ferrari
Subtle as a gun
Never was a reckless driver
Till I sat right beside ya
Drove right
Jak cię widzę krzyczę
Na nic już nie liczę
Jak o tym myślę gniję
Ej, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag, red flag
Red flag,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
an couchal Shakkal
L'espri'w banal Tête ou rèd kon Métal
Dépose ton Gun
Dépose ton Gun
Rude Boy
Dépose ton Gun
Smoke la bone
Babylone
Dépose ton Gun
Dépose
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
It increases the overall death rate, motherfucking TV preaching death and hate
Leading us by fear and lies that's smoking gun 5
Are you still alive
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, daddy love you too
Hey milla 9 tell me a who dem a ramp wid
Style him, kuff him and kweff him
Inna broad daylight me a walk wid
Gun inna, gun inna, gun inna hand, kuff
Congo, congo
She twerk it to the congo
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin' guns blow
Huh,
and the generals
How many guns I got more than several
Still getting investigated by the federal
Suns out guns out suns out guns out
Suns out guns out suns out guns
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing
If my burglar alarm starts ringing
What ya think all the guns is for?
All-purpose war, got
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
whether you a trapper
Or a gun clapper, make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers, bitches
Niggas who hit playa, catch you in
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