Lyrics:
the man
With one eye is the king"
My fist is a gun
Every finger's an individual sword
You either living with Shaytan or
You living with God
I make metal
thinker
And show these crab niggas the
Power of the finger
Quran, you wouldn't believe the
Shit I fell upon
It was me and Havoc sippin' on Moet Chandon
I
Young guns they roll in packs
Young thugs they known to clap
Life of a g ain't no coming back
Only goal is to keep the pockets fat
Get that money
Swept across the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
There's peace at the end of a gun.
A pawn don't know he's a pawn,
Or he'd draw a line in the sand,
But when he's got his finger on that trigger,
A man
drive-by, serve to go to
Be mindful what you speak and who you spoke to
The gun can't love me back, but I can show you
I will crack a barrel under pressure
and Method Man
Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
"Demon" in blood
On the titties, no remorse for life
He wild for the night, son, gun and knife
Living trife reckless, hang a man by his necklace
Then mail
Sit back crackalackin
Listen ya boy rappin
Tell you a story, it was mad how it all happened
Gold rings were on my fingers
At 18 carat whilst you was
set up by a rat hoe
Got a M-16 with a hundred rounds like I'm Rambo
Up this chop, it'll blow a nigga like some candles
Man, I'm tired than a fuck, yeah
white man and some call me devil
Cause I used gun powder to rise above sea level
If you've got a problem blame the white demons
Available for finger
As the sun sets I ride
With my pistol by my side
I know I'll survive tonight
Like dust in the wind
I'm restless with no end
I'll find the man
my girl and my little man
C'mon, baby, pack your stuff, get ready
"Damn, why your face all sweaty?"
Just hurry up, don't throw no fits
I'm a dead
my girl and my little man
C'mon, baby, pack your stuff, get ready
"Damn, why your face all sweaty?"
Just hurry up, don't throw no fits
I'm a dead
like machine guns
My one and only the only one ima need huh
No cap i done found me a real one
Bad shawty five four with her heels on
Fuck a snack its
But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
Chorus:
Niggaz bleed just like us
Picture me bein scared
of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
and hunted (haha)
Shh, got shot in the face, I was on the wing
Put him in a raw and bunned him
Have you really got guns? I dunno
Man dance wit' the pole
how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
Swept across the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
and the sun, I'm the bullet in your gun
I'm the finger on the trigger and I'm 'bout to blast one
I don't ever give a shit, all the bitches better recognize
any other sucka
Me quick to pull me gun
And straight up kill that muthafucka
You never can know when Bone'll ?
Commit the one eighty-seven
'Cause all I
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