"Cos no who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
Jamar]
You like to taste the lead, get your face fed After I'm done, you rather suck on comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the and spit outta heart Now brothers talk shit and back it That's why I had to fit em with a full jacket Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his catch the shakes (BLAST) Just he die, I'ma look him in his eye Ask the nigga how he he was big enough to try the muthaphuckin G-to the the D I told ya couple times that the must be crazy but ya listen, so now ya on a mission to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya stops me Now tell me is anybody else before I put my AK back on the Cos I put in work Job Corps Niggas talk shit and get and robbed for their life by a or a gun So ya see me comin, nigga, run
"See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "Cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"
X]
Somebody's dead, a crowd formed The ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street called his people and they come downstairs screamin Six girls wild cos Money had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 Dead quick, the funeral is closed-casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her fingerpaints My know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama I gotta cousin, says she's got some She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from She tried to gas me up, I her sex is everywhere and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay My crew I'm so fuck it anyway I got my mob from the Rule, live by the cruel and my crew Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off And if I choose, somebody might die and if they don't die, they won't be to walk slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk "Cos no matter who you are, you're still bullets, god"
"See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "Cos no who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
[Lord
hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9 Lead to the head of you devils, now it's I I'm not the nigga to be playin out I'll leave your body out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked Get hit by a dread who's fed the nonsense you red, where my clip empty out his contents Spill your guts when I ya up with the flame juice nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose Some silly goose, we be on the subway He no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way Disrespectin, infect the So I elect to direct and disect some asses My nigga the gat, rat-a-tat-tat Now you shut your fuckin cos you was who I's fuckin at I got you suckin at the chrome like a The only way ass is goin home is as a cripple
X]
And then I peed on niggas, came the worst compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms Ran and got the arms, from the mattress My little man Satan got somethin in his Let me get to work and I'll release the My man a lot these days I got the hash, cash plus my raise me well it to em X, and we'll take the weight Run and get the Mac from the Ave. location location, wit a extra bag of clips Plus I want it tight and I don't play much So I'll all the reefer and set up all the stock And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't You just got mad, ya got videotape So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't "Cos no matter who you are, still catchin bullets, god"
"See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "See I had to em" "Punk muthaphucka" "Cos no matter who you are, you're catchin bullets, god" x3*