drums Me and my u-salaam(?) A stingy nigga, watch every penny that I spend Go to any hood in the world and fit right in A young nigga, with an old soul
big stack and I never keep the money Where I keep the clips at violatin' get you one in your throat You still datin' your heat, but me and my guns elope
guns do your talkin' The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin They say that we responsible for boostin' the crime rate They say that we the reason that these young niggas buyin' weight
the kid a sack of D, pass the child a bag of C Even in the tenement residence there's a pharmacy Deadly young people, deadly new day Young deadly dumb
slang Your world is ghetto It's where I live, it's where I'm from It's where you had to tote your gun Your world is ghetto Can't explain how I feel
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the
people can, and do, Send young men to their death, But not before others too have fallen from their bayonets and guns. Such armies are invariably called
Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel right here Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit, yeah There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty
let your guns do your talkin' The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin They say that we responsible for boostin' the crime rate They say that we the reason that these young
then let your guns do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason these young
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up Shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up I am two point
makes the world rotate If eight was all make a nigga wanna gain some weight Fat belly black motherfuckin' D O G And I'm a thug for them young niggas
Too many playa hatin' niggas in this world That's why we ride through this world wit' da black girl Keep my Nina for self protection Just in case a reppin
shit, *?nine car?* to the year 2 G We're all set like this, to my nigga Kicko Yo, y'all, Gambino, godfather I tell my nigga Kicko, back in the world
Hold the gun Way deep down Look out young son Look out young son Good thing's coming 'Cause the good thing's coming Shotguns with no guns Shot army with
? (Yeah!) (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what? (You say you got ones, then bring that shit Cause you need a lot more ones and guns
bricks and llel, I freeze 'em with ice I keep my business seperate from my personal life My and me niggas hustle enough, move enough weight To buy real
of yae, I freeze it with ice I keep my business separate from my personal life Me and my niggas hustle enough, move enough weight To buy real estate, vehicles, paper weights