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In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery, Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free. By the Devil's wash
We heard o' ya bitch muhfuckas poppin' shit We murder ya! Biatch! Run up in ya crib snack up Ya kid then murk yo Pa You don't know what I do to ya! Uh
gon ride its only family by my side Step, step, step through the night Rolex on my left Pistol on my right Thankful for this codeine help me make it
leaking on sight You can run but if you do we just gone take yo homie life Slide'n by my lonely more than safe I keep it on me If I can get you we get yo
Pistols, AK's, AR's and rugers That's the type of shit that'll Run straight through ya Pistols, choppers and revolvers That's the type of shit
my weed and gun out Blastin' 'til they run in the house while I got the blunt in my mouth We in a rage bustin' rapidly like when I'm on stage It
by the case loads We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't karo dat shit we ain't tryna stretch it boy and if you know me you Know me from gettin
DTP, we got them guns that go Yeah, I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggas recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You
You act like bro ain't told He ain't stick to the code Traffic keep your pistol with you Tell you we don't need no nigga My gang can't get no realer
the way down South (YEAH!) I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones) We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin Look
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze Can it be? I'm who you dying to be' Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese Twin pistol shooter
(Here are the thrill seekers) The loose mic with two stripes, keeps moving Like turnpikes, nothing average like the mastered assassin We bring
column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just because my tone is
I like how she jiggle I'm my own boss no man in the middle Two hands on that ass I palm it no dribble Shit I cut that hoe off I'm sharp like a chisel
'em up like my hurricane Applying pressure whenever and it's a damn shame Chorus(X2) We spit the superfly shit Makin' a bitch say hey
the heat, Pistol Pete Hail to the chief, the rest can bite bullets or just take a seat [Verse 2] I'm comin' on strong and you know I'm gonna take over it all
I'm a little bit different I claim that shit Take out the one And I take out the two Don't lie for that nigga You die for that nigga We sending some
It took a minute for this shit to happen I'm from a place where 24/7 them pistols clappin' I'm from a place where 24/7 my niggas trappin' I'm from
one, yeah 'Cause you can get it right (ayy), you can get it right Run up, catch hell, take this L, you can get it right (ayy) Two times, hit 'em two
Stay loyal get to work and we get you a chain So I'm locked in like a missile In the stu yea cookin up hits surrounded by bitches and pistols Like mighty
this shit and scare his ass Where the drugs nigga? Where the cash? His whole face turned white, we pistol whip it purple Yeah, pistol whip it purple Two
Fuck what you say, it's the gangsta shit We the gangsta click, kickin' gangsta shit Fuck what you say, get pistol whipped Put your khaki's and your blue
keeps your heart on the run. I met that cat in a two-bit juke-joint: Took my money in a game of pool. Next thing I knew, I was sittin' 'hind
feel your legs kid I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh They yellin' Chef,
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