and yea - yea Is it your truth Is it my truth Man it's clear You're in a better position Is it really worth To live for you Or aren't you for real Just
you wanna do is hit the clique into a saw, eh? Get her pregnant, then neglect it Then you go an tell the chick "get an abortion" Them types, CyHi is not
love's a revolver My sex is a killer Do you wanna die happy? Do you wanna die happy? My love's a revolver My sex is a killer Do you wanna die happy? Do you
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you
or die lifestyle for ransom 50 g's, need keys to free their grandson Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for You get your wig split back, caught
whenever itt comes to you do the right thing or the get the right thing done to you whatever you do I just hope you got a gun with you the tommy is like
ya (Got yourself a gun) You from the hood, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You want beef I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what
enemy lines So I got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope
won't come And we could make a feast from these crumbs And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun So if your life flashed before you, what would you wish you
defendant please stand Is there anything you wish to say on this matter Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man You know the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you
, we come equipped, so niggas stay cool One eighty seven, you think that you going to heaven Put slugs all up in that chest dunn to hell is where you
that money, man It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild And follow me now, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see For the dub, you're
, c'mon May I ask you what you headed To the West for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty
with they gats And try to pull a hold up but nigga, now hold on Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown Any is mind blown, Lookin' down the barrel Of
in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click Get tossed and it'd do you no good Can't fuck wid my gang
time, or you betta drop a dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong. Get ahead
niggaz they keep they game face on Have your momma singin the same ol' song Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong But since you ready to ride
guns to become one to die young Because the world is filled with hatred And they aim to blame our sons And I done seen down the barrel of a strap before
