Texty:
Master Addicted To The Pistol

eyes, [Chorus] Is it worth your freedom, To steal the daily fix, It's difficult in this life, To stand up to exist Addicted to the pistol, It's crippling

the streets boy You could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol Pete boy Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy [Chorus] [Young Buck + (Master

all know how a nigga bring it Straight direct at you kid [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Like a Don from out of Sicily Under the arm is where the pistol be Top

beamed up Come out the club, spill bub and scream "What?" D.I.T.C. and G.D. teamed up Bases loaded, the place exploded, we cleaned up [D-Flow] Ayo I touch pistol

(feat. Masta Ase, Big Daddy Kane, G Rap, Craig G, Daddy S) [Masta Ase] I'm about to run, run a race wit the rhythm If you know the bass steps, dance

the streets boy You could knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol Pete boy Stop screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy [Chorus] [Young Buck] + (Master