don't Think you really wanna do it right now Not with me (with me), Don't start with me (with me) (I got ) I got a gun on me, I don't think you Really
to get What!? We came to get what We came to get... Go on didn't take too long For you to break your compromise Like that you know it happened so fast
a Man!! Ride lightning fast for fuel. Cross the desert at the speed of sound! I've got the night and I've got my gun. I can't lose cos I'm the Devil'
Ain't Nothin' Like Ya, And Baby I Done Met A Few You The Way I Feel Its Almost Like Crush (Crushh) My Heart Beats Faster Its Almost Like A Rush (Rushh
me on the highway Cop: you know how fast you were going? Fab: nah not at all man Cop: you must have been going pretty damn fast because my radar is over
Royce smell All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it Now every chick want to make me come faster
the size of dimes ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils shove the gun in your mouth
s where the weed stash Keep cash, breeze past, fuck y'all, eat glass My tank on full, ease gas Stay on point with the white, (like who?) Steve Nash Gun
Crashed through the window going way too fast Sized up the bodies, Just cuts and bruises shot to the head relapse, It's nice to see you're standing over
should I do? The Booze and pills will heal and love you. I'm fast asleep just kissed and killed a stranger Sweet Kerosene, I'm paralyzed, this loaded gun
've done pretty well for myself A couple trophies on my shelf so what else Could I want that I don't have yet Well a little more cash and my own fast
tour comin to your town, findin a crispy ass 20 on the ground, walkin with the sun out, watchin runs house, reaction movies when the villain pull his gun
done pretty well for myself Couple of trophies on the shelf What else could I want that I don?t have yet A little more cash and my own fast jet So I can
your temples down While the heads of state are having their fun Are they ready? We're looking at the world through the barrel of a gun Are we ready?
to the floor Kickback Cadillacs, ragged and cold Red mist chicane switchblade zone Look back in anger and you'll be done Kissing the barrel of a steely gun
playa haters, lip boxing homie They don't wanna see me squeezing it, until the empty clips dropping homie So accurate with my aim, you best repent for your sins My gun
(feat. Trae & P.O.P.) [Hook:] M16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, ever bumber clot run Keep my hand, on my gun whoa [Trae:] I don't think
thug life, bitch on the cut I'm all alone I'm socializing with the bitches, never bringing em home I live the thug life, a soldier with a gun late at
