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down the street with my, glock in my hand
No safety, you know it and our don't jam
Keep one in the hand and no for cockin

When niggaz start the them shells get to droppin

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Fuck rap music, this is gun music
Fuck rap music, is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, is gun clap music

Load it up, cock it and blast to it

Starr]
Yo, who ya?It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz hate
I can ya shook when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the rate
Niggaz better blast when it's to shoot
on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to those

I burn, baby, like sniffin asbestos

low, reload and stay low
I twist more caps the 40 oco
Bitches know, could by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't

A'yo I'm still not a but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet creator
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks east
Hopped out jeeps, out teeth and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, it's your to die

Poppin the nine at ten, guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from wit heavy metal
Drug raps the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid from three
Who wanna won't cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you still holla
Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all gettin loot
And when I cock duke I'm givin glock tattoo

[Sticky
say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do
I say the smaller the pistol, the better it

I give a holla to my niggaz in
don't care, if don't nobody else care
And um, I'm quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get
In these streets drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget your get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, don't 'em

You no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause nigga you me

Don't me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
And niggaz don't blast back
They like ladies, they take ice chains to the casket
And since we all came the hood
Got our name from the hood and our game the hood
I think it's time to kill for our good, time to heal our
Be real to our

And if we don't have a race of babies
That'll take 380's to school and get
And to my sons tryna make
Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake

And to my thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But ya guns up