op Freestyle all the way son Dice First of all let's talk about these ill capers And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns
talkin 'bout SHIT! M-m-my chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all
my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success, escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death controls y'all Big don't fold y'all
Dukes cryin, baby mom full of grief How she gonna tell her son his daddy is deceased? Now she got beef with them bitches up the street All because
hustlers wit no clips No guns, left niggas wit no chips And the flow runs like the Mississippi River And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper Silence all guns
all niggas don't want it kid Y'all niggas don't want it man [Noreaga] It's like this Do it like this nigga Niggas don't want it [Capone] Tellin y'all
more than Listen Here what I'm telling you all these vatos be telling it Claiming that they be having it But really they anit having shit Fuck all that
your guns to town, son Leave your guns at home, Bill Don't take your guns to town He sang a song as on he rode His guns hung at his hips He rode into
Fuckin' this word til ya muthafuckas come fo? me (ya) Don?t worry if me gotta gun, you should have a gun for me (ya) And all these niggaz is killaz and all
the same thang Stealing draws from Les Unplauge Then I can go back to the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers Smoke weed all
what Chris about Tryna figure out the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them niggas route
, we might Unk ya, Hahaha, bandana on the right side, East side until I die, You better change like it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw
picture, like a compository sketch Yeah Sig' stay honest I'll deposit you a check There's a secret society, all we ask is trust No G money shit all we
me Around here is the **** that you just do I just left school, the same BM Is pulled over by the boys dressed blue They had they guns drawn screaming
t eat no more Sleep no more Hollow tips'll eat you raw Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow) Lets get it on With the guns drawn Ride or
once now toked out and smoke blunts then the pussie, still rock gold fronts turned out, no doubt all tha sons showed her the route yo I did it all when
got plans bigger then the desire projects I run with steel object toes, niggaz that smoke coke And watch 'em in they back scopin' Outta all soldier haters Quick Draw
you get 22's on the hang A underage boy that's lookin' tossed And that's ya idea of who you hide All you want for Christmas is guns and drinkers Little