Lyrics:
argue
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You say you want it, Ima give you want you ask for
You so bad I want nothing but trouble huh
You playing judge tryna piece
watch the news but the color of his skin is the only story ever told...
Go on and go. Sell your soul!
They gave you 30 pieces of silver baby, there’s so
Walmart then I'm chip busting
Smoking boogie out the 'Wood
It came with cousins
Huh, the chop loud, I'ma switch muzzles
Rocking out with two drums
I'ma hit
problem at all
No fuck'n problem at all
No fuck'n problem...
I got a piece, but not to the puzzle
No time to think staring down a muzzle
I rise above
the muzzle of a weapon
Held by a drunken liquor store owner
"There's a conflict," he said.
"There's a conflict between land and people
The people have
they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children
It's confusin', I'm losin' pieces to a broken puzzle
Russian Roulette to my head it's down
to reconcile
The past with the present
Which one fits
And which one doesn't
And we shed our skin
Just to find a way in
What a tangled web
What a piece
for my blue collar workin', beer guzzlin'
Bootleg, D-V-D sellin', keep hustlin', push
If you represent the struggle, then push
Peep the pieces
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pits up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes
loves me here
Nobody loves me here
Dad's Gonna Kill Me
Dad's Gonna Kill Me
You hit the booby trap and you're in pieces
With every bullet your
a young nigga too smooth like butter
Making all the plays, you can come join the huddle
I ain't saying shit like a dog with a muzzle
Figured out the game,
on the edge, of a ledge
I play my part, piece to the puzzle
Heat's with a muzzle, a YG always in trouble
'cause of what he know, 'cause of what he knew
How he
work for it
Cuz you gotta find the pieces to the puzzle
Got a muzzle on your face and it’ll crush it if you crumble
Gotta blast off
Til I’m holding
make her run a mile she flee
Recipe pedigree, whipping a feast, muzzle the bully snapping a leash
Blood on my Blicky, credits to me
Swipin' it, scammin'
hard, they should ride with a muzzle
And chew it to pieces if it ain't no piece inside of my puzzle
Yeah you'll get rearranged, game make people change
crawl inside
Get the fuck out, I don’t want you in my life
Broken into pieces
I can’t seem to find a reason
I guarantee I’m a demon
I talk to him when
With fitted lids that don't fit they dome
They outfitted in chrome
Get the rims the new key-less features
The dogs with they muzzles off
cnd I don't know
life ain't peaches, sweetest pieces that could be
Then she say, "You say that you love me, but you're hardly lovin' me"
So, fuck your mother (fuck
yeah)
Bad bad bitch, so lust is stronger than love is, but fuck it
I'm pushin', she cumin'
She makin' a puddle
My nigga LBeezo, that's the piece
to different stages, lights and dreams
Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
It's
how I get down
But this ain't Making The Band
I'm tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle
I got
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
Ready to come, fiend for this loot, but nevertheless
us niggaz stayin wearin a vest, like a three piece suit
So you can shoot, or either Shoop like,
a restriction
Scared of my ambition
Scared of my cognition
Scared to see me flex my muscle
Scared to see me do my hustle
Don't want to See me
get a piece
.png/220px-Kelly_Clarkson_-_Piece_by_Piece_(Official_Album_Cover).png "Piece by Piece")
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