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' it And when I let loose lead, believe I'm accurate Fat scope on a [unverified] Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times
head to toe I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos came back to California now it's time
a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em [Chorus] One time, two times, three times
Yeah, motherfuckers better know Huh, huh, lock your windows, close your doors. Biggie smalls, huh, yeah My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib Turned
chips I got metal muscle with silent tips And pistol grips give violent trips First I'm cool with you Then I'm not When you run up on me I pop pistols
the warm embrace of my 45 Make sure the nigga crossed dies You don't wanna throw them thangs 'Cause when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second time
here, in here I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots Somebody done made me hot, me hot I got a 22, not much bigger than my finger A winchester pistol grip
my ego Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle Folk of the century, rollin' with peoples The omen, the sequel, the more they will see you Close kin, **** close
to slip I'm sippin' on the verve That's where I stay try wit' those pistol grips I never ever come up short When it's time to jack a rudypoo Just place
Shortstop puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear Really, really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I
Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I
Take the trail to the graveyard for the night Tick tick time's never on your side On the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming down Keep your eyes
with all this fly shit you got a A K Or a pistol grip give me a click of angels and some bullet proof wing Lufica finna get pistol whipped alive or
time I sold it so a pound, I ain't have but a dime Keep trying to get her back to the hotel Steady fixin' got my pistol [Incomprehensible] for protection Never slipping, mouth gripping
or tornado} Yeah bro, spent time catching up The bar tender kept the drinks fresh enough Good conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some It was getting close
What's the cause don't be alarmed death to all strangers Maybe I'm a madman A pistol grabbin' nigga unleash the sandman Promisin' merciless retaliation, nothin' is colder Close
