Lyrics:
I hope the liquor not leading you on
I'm fantasizing 'bout turning you on
Bang bang bang bang
Hear the shots out the gun
Fight for my life, girl you
Livin' for tomorrow, hopin' for tonight
I'm just tryna live my life
They say I ain't living right
Finest cars, designer, and the flashy ice
Livin' for
You know I'm a wanted man
For reasons you won't understand
Prices on my head, for like a hundred grand
'Cause I'm wanted dead or alive
(Bang,
And we good you know the guns and the butter
But I don't want much I give the funds to my mother
True to the o for if I'm a bring it to my grave
We in
for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don't make
It's the major that the majors wanna sign
They used to pay me for my poppy now they pay me for my rhymes
And most these older rappers hate me
Fargo, get on some real yard shit come in on it like this
No one gyal can satisfy me
Mi need more fuel for the lime green
Mi nuh know one gyal
one
Five-O said "Freeze!" and I got numb
Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in
right now, man
Free the guys, free my real niggas, man
I do this for my family, they don't understand me
No new niggas 'round me, they don't
discouraged
I might spend it on guns, choppin' shit up for fun
Show the boy how it's done, when it's smoke, niggas run
I just got into a shootout in my
gets down, me
I'm a rider for real (Ah ah)
I keep my hands on the steel (Ah ah)
I let it go me for real
Go ahead thinkin' I won't when I will?
Uggh, bounce
F, for fly gun holder money folder
Motorola startac when it's time to call back
Are, for the ruff rugged and raw way
This nigga Jay
{Talking}
For all the bitches and hoes I'm Pimp Daddy!
Pimp Pimp Daddy! for the stuntin' ass nigga's on Trues and Bauds
I'm Pimp Daddy, Pimp Pimp
Uggh, bounce
F, for fly gun holder money folder
Motorola startac when it's time to call back
Are, for the ruff rugged and raw way
This nigga Jay
and Dougie D, Guerilla Maab for life
If you want to know, just how the story goes
From being in the sto's, to rocking every show
We be rolling tires,
comin at ya!
With a gun pointed at my head -
I realise what I could get instead!
What we gonna go for? (x3)
Revolution action!
What we gonna go
blood
Spell it out for all to see
Now listen
The moment that the pen hurts more than the gun is the moment that I lost my mind
Losing faith in
offense cuz it's more
Fun to run it and score
But I'm reminded what the guns is for
And I'm reminded what the purpose
Of hard-slumming was for
To publish
I just killed two cops today
They wanna smoke my ganja
They wanna smoke my ganja
Hundred million hoes look out for
Me, look out for me, look out for
cat over there for?
-he is my nigga, son.
Nahah, don't fuck around with that nigga, yo.
-what you sayin,god?
I know that nigga--
-what? I gotta hold
Say yeah, 'Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
departed
His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me regardless
Might break a promise, but never, breaking the code
Some get popped and call for
Prodigy: That's how the ball bounce
Havoc: The cookie crumbles
Prodigy: That's what the guns do
Dead you
On the humble
Havoc: But god fogive me
(Mastamind)
Ready, set, hut 1, bust ya guns
I'm the one callin' plays, hush your tongues
Must you come to us to put you down thunderous
3 niggaz with
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