) we're always running from your gun and always ducking when we hear your bullets spray from the gun that goes bang and boom and another body hits
Feeling like my life been chose All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes When it?s on My man there, gat in his hand What you do when you got a master
my life been chose. All I know, in my life a lot of ice and hoes. When it's on. My man there, gat in his hand. (No) What you do when you got a master
s, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him up Doing this do or die lifestyle
, give it here and don't say nuthin' I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin' Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers Out on the wrong
s da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustler's known to keep his gun away First nigga run up and
Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need
' up, blowin' up, blowin' up, blowin' up I'm like MC Hammer, I put that on my Grandma I ride through East Atlanta in my new Ferrari It's up for fifty-
] Desperado, do work for new boy I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado
the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named Peter
me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already
for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute Now be sure if you
Hold on to motherfucking gun Another fifth took one hood shot she split up Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up So huff and make
, feel me flow And everybody want a little bit against A little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh A little taste so they can test And make 'em
discipline I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin (Chorus x2) Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up
up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This is
doin' the nasty I'm a felon ask J rock industries and ashtrays Rancid and hash-ay add gas and rap some And burn the place ya heard me Load up the ammo
