and defeated, I traveled the world for you I'm not quite sure if you know I'm here for you Cause I'm the one that is a pissed off son-of-a-gun We're
ve heard of all the freaky shit they say about me, huh Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast I dare you niggaz to open fire,
than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a
since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet down A
I keep my girls close like I'm packin a gun By the foot of my bed, where my jacket is hung A callabo, I don't see it happenin son And a battle, I don
tryin' to stop a strike. His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand
do it while I'm constantly growin I've been learnin a lot, and still earnin a lot of money crazy Doin my thing and securin a win for all my babies [Big
a favor, cause you got your whole life ahead of you son! A whole new thang starting for me Smell so much ass in a spot, the beat got the world fartin
could get rich off blows My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers I'm a six point star, in a gray bandanna
down im all for america fuck this goverment tell that seat delouris tuck a slut to suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my gun
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!! Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, open the AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! Open the safe with
out your head Or the word was built with your hands Close your soul to a voice of a man from a non distant land Cause that man has a plan to put bullets
so it was one day People got to Ellie May ^^^^^^^^^^ (again, I'm open to suggestions) Tom took a gun in his hand And stopped all the runnin' around Poor Tom, Seventh Son
) [indistinct voices overlapping] They come along like the great fighters once in a lifetime (you gotta do what ur heart tells you) U think a gun makes you a
to it one of his man's stuck a swisher He had a notion as he laid there soaking Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he... [Chorus
, "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin a hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I jumped
