Lyrics:
business
Ya bitch thats my surroundings in Compton
Have common sense
Smell death in the air, around here
Thats a common scent you know the gunpowder
You know
child abuse
That dog food, hard, and powder too
And 12 rottweilers that I feed gunpowder
They bite, don't bark or growl at you
These young niggas'll
what cha saying
Verse One: Redman
I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder
Boom did the bassline crank
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
Enters your head
Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when
Music is louder
Full of gunpowder
Microphone machinery
When I see a crowd of
Party
can still smell the motherfuckin' gunpowder
What does life mean to me?
I'd trade places with the man a heartbeat if I was granted peace
I try to wipe it
explosives
As gunpowder needs a war
I feast inside you, my host is you
The perfect match, you and I
You fail to resist
My crystalline charm
Like
ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah)
And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder
With my Squad in the house, we misbehave
Get drunk
explosives
As gunpowder needs a war
I feast inside you, my host is you
The perfect match, you and I
You fail to resist
My crystalline charm
Like
you put an O in front of the Range?
In the orange road, peel out, switchin' lanes
All this gunpowder fuckin' up my brain
Life done took a toll on me,
to let go, learn to walk away.
Up from the shadows I'm seduced by the light of the flame,
But this time I'm here to stay.
Gunpowder residue, bright lights
don't aim at the ground
Niggas be thinking they better but never could buss at the kings
Steady be rappin' and cappin' just like the gunpowder thing
(bah)
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas (nigga)
I don't grieve over suckers (suckers)
Gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle)
Call the ambulances (ambulances)
'round
My girl brown, her tongue wild
Gunpowder, shoot 'til I run out (what? What? Oh!)
Brighter than that sunflower, roll a joint that last one hour
(Long, long gone, long gone)
Hunters chase their two-legged prey (Can't stand in my way)
These lions roar with gunpowder (Oh no, no no)
Can't trust
the windows up as bullets fly out the Mac
No gunpowder on me, I'm as fly as the Mac
Lyrical homicide, watch them die on the track
(nigga) lyrical homicide
Kill
ass up and make turkey jerkey
Serve you on a platter with side of clam chowder
My hot sauce ain't just hot, it's gunpowder
Ain't Jemima but my
switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder
911,
With gunpowder
Now see how the
Crowd will yell louder
Now the
Rhyme is dropped
You hear a pop
You think it's a shot
But you just can't stop
Your heart
a bomb to yo trunk
Insidious when I creep on a nigga luff
Machine gun, .3 got gunpowder lungs
Power ball, money off rap, baskin
In this lime we like
the day that Kirk Jones got caught
The forensic report states there was a gun in the car
And gunpowder residue on Mr. Jones' right arm
Baliff, could
straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavingg nothing but gunpowder
the hood
But I love me somе Broward bitches
Skeletons in my closet
Gunpowder in my dreads
Back and forth with the dead
That's how I got to play it
And I got
Gunpowder on my fingertips
Cocaine between my fingernails look, mama
What Schoolboy brought to Show & Tell
Ain't got no vest, protected by these
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