let them win. My gun is my identity. A job was offered it seemed so good, a chance to be rid of this neighbourhood. She took the chance and took the gun
or die, nigga - you or me gon' be gone I ain't scared at all - my nuts hang low, wodie Try sizin me up, that ass gotta go, wodie Six under the dirt is
put that thing in my hand and just sling it (Hook-2x [B.G.]) I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome
to me I front it all to B.G Trying to live swell Slang yale Stack Mill Doing my come up is living hell But its cool cause ballin is all on my mind On my
the coroner to work Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt I put that nigga on that T-shirt that you be wearin Me and my click do that dirt that
: [B.G.] Uptown is my home, thats where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt It's me or you on that shirt Cant let no nigga fix me Cant let no nigga
G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals 'Bout my
I go I want 6 figgas Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin I ain't no ho, my heart
I know its fucked up) Now I lay thee down to sleep, niggas tryin' to lay me down wit heat, if I should die do' before i awake i pray my lord my soul
you hear my vocals Comin' out them low lows From L.A. to NY On the Red Eye Teflon in my luggage You got to love it I'm thuggin' my street slang, my penitentiary
mention Sey ah drugs and gun people tax money spend pon Come with plastic smile and dem wicked intention Inna ya hand, is where dem put dem evil invention Turn gun
we get nothing I look for work and get my feelings hurt They got my back against the wall And my dick is in the DIRT... [Luke "Skyywalker" Campbell -
do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my
through the whole hood, follow me I got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin
fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my
Always keep my eyes on the prize, watch the police Seen so much murder, neighborhoods gettin no sleep But still, I get my money on major, continuously Communicatin through my
friends neither. It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta
gas smack cracks out my gun ball Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes Cause money makes Earth what it's working hurt Doing dirt they spit
