the groove Now I'm fever, block bleeder bitch move You can find me on Southcoast, stoke (uh-huh) Your baby mama, bout to shine my spokes (get it nigga) Gun
The murderous feeling, is killing your kin And tripping them niggas up, with a 4-5 Hit the ground and running bud, then I probably bumping in blood A fast
life he live stick up kids die fast in this live of crime everybody got rights so I'm a fight for mine I got the right to pack a gun with my beam and
pop musik Talk about pop musik Singing in the subway Shuffle with the shoe shine Mix me a molotov I'm on the headline If you wanna be a gun slinger
' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic
and public embarrass me They use brutality without asking me I'm mad cause I was caught and reached for his license Cops pulls the gun [*fires*] and
'm gonna buy me a gun Then what's next? Food and Sex, house parties in the projects We goin' all night Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail? I'm gonna buy me a gun
, that's my boo Mom, Duke and Lou From jump You kept it true, helped to feed the crew The good die young Livin' fast jumpin' the gun Mama blamin' the
Win or lose Red or blue We must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame Niggas change fast That's a shame
dope fiends Not a drug dealer but I watched them closely Until they noticed me I got the feds wondering who broke the law Fuck too inhibited for gun
bris and they nuts cut off Fuck 'em all what I scream as I dream in tongues Fuck a trick, get me rich and the bitches'll come Bust my gun, make 'em all
-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke [repeat] Against all odds [Twenty-one gun salute] One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!) Twenty-one gun
my own self stupid Cause I stay shootin' at marks, Get twisted up in police reports. Since the cradle, I've been ungreatful. My first toy was a gun I