Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn Black Hand Guns
'd a white boy come from? In the top 20 throwin low blows at dum-dums My check comes in lump sums My name's found in chump's guns You want some, come
people but to feel alone like a tree in a desert dried up like the skin of a lizard but full of colour like the spots of a leopard drum and bass pull
of Shiloh? Wind a'blowing through her hair In the hills of Shiloh Listening for the sound of guns... Listening for the roll of drums... And a man who
worth Yo he sucked his thumb smooth for the kid laced with the big guns Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run Plus he ill in the drums , heartburn
don't be selfish Bet on hot spitta competition getting delt wit Hollerin bout you totin guns But I see you with no straps like low-top Air Force Ones
the one on them I?m straight cash; you can put the funds on them I guns on them; na dawgy, I bang the drums on them It?s like we throwin? off, the lights
raw as it comes Whether shatterin' the mic or if we brawlin' with guns Let you know man, me and Nat is hotter than some propane Blow ya' fuckin brains into low
You know the deal, Esoteric.. 7L Oh, and another thing... kill all that.. the la la about the guns and shit Y'all ain't got no motherfuckin' guns...
cross that line, Baby don't cross that line [Verse 2: Rick Ross] When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head I'ma open one African in
black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler Swallow the shell, East New York terrorist Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand grabs the mic
Gettin That Cream Fuck Niggas Aint Down With The Team When You See The Red Beam Get Low Low Low Low. [Verse 3:] First Off You Aint Got No Guns Never
can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke [Verse Four: Method Man] We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
ain?t talkin? bout? Hollywood ain?t talkin? bout? Washington there?s just a common bond it runs thru everyone and if you hold on to it sing your songs to it your heart is a drum
See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big drums [Ginuwine] Chips, Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun [Baby] Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns