sisters Promise to never miss ya Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters You wild fire gunnin' bin barrels with rogue pistols
If You Wasn't Informed Or Somethin Like That This Is Da Drought 3 And Um, Check This Out Yeah Imagine Waking Up Out Ya Sleep To Them Pistols Blastin
this I make her ride wit' that Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack And do I love her nawww man I just love her spirit Blind deaf or crazy
? Straight Kua-Kua-Killa I keep thinkin' and wonderin' what the game got in store for me A motherfuckin' G [Spice 1] Wake up in the mornin' cleanin' pistols
Clan, West Coast, so carry torch Throwin' mad axes, bad apples at dead whores Throwin' mad axes, bad apples at dead whores [Chorus x2: Warcloud] Throwin
blind we can make you see The perfect combination Nate and Warren G When we bust we hit em everytime Ain't no secret its about that time To [Chorus x2
: [Chorus: x2] Northside gangbang, red flagz hang In northern Cali homeboyz from the valley to the bay claim [Verse 1: Woodie] Cock your strap homeboyz
cool though! We getting major paper on the underground You thought it was them other fools, though It was us the whole time! Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds
'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at
pinnacle, I felt like losin' my mind. There was some other kind. Really wanna smoke the weed after you swallow me. And try not to follow me blind,
[2Pac] Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a
is quick to turn dikes Sheets never come clean bled From yo crime scene mann Chorus: {2x} Verse Two: {D-Roc} Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper
doe with this 4 4 got the hat back with the seats low Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 Blowin doe doe with this 4 4 [Verse 2 - Lil' Phat] I be creepin
comin' Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin' Ain't this a bitch, they got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, police pointin' pistols
6 past 6 so bitches prime time Who in they write mine nigga trying to define rhyme L E G I T ballers Give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street
is in him isn't entering Pistols entering missiles split entering Hollow tips losing the gin, I lose in sneaking I've been waiting gotta give my damn Pop the world war 2