D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow We swallow tomorrow see, what we leave is hollow We feed violence and greed, let 'em bleed tomorrow In time, they grip
they pullin me over ? ? ? honkies checkin my suitcase Somebody want to wet me up The feds are tryin to set me up Reachin for my pistol grip, I'll pop
keep me inside I'm on the high rise building And I'm ready to jump without a parachute So I hit the ground like a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times
[The block] Dodgin the haters cock blockers and the cops And a vato like me's gonna show no remoarse When I grab this microphone A pistol grip and
time for me to shine I'm a show you easily for me to take mines Pass my nickel plated nine, call me einstein Buck a shot two times and stick you for your
s what I supply Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store and settling out of court Soft white coke-a-plants turn into hard solidses Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip
's crunch time for me to shine I'm a show you easily for me to take mine Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein Buck a shot two times and stick
sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath,
about myself Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf But I refuse to be another violent casualty So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip
three motherfuckers cross the street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the street you leave the print from the heater grip
glock cock Nigga, boz with that shot your dome It be known I'm from the southside Bitch you thought wrong, I stick and move with this pistol grip I see
as I can bail down 19th Street I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta
fast as I can bail down 19th Street I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta
to tip on the low-low Bust it there like po-po takin' lives with the, oh no It's a 4-4 many missles with a silent sub for the whistle My favorite pistol
s songs You a hook motherfucker with the Jordache look Bring lead with ya heat so the beef can cook Who's sticking to the script like pistol grip? Xzibit
Make this money like we makin' it nigga, throw it down Ain't never been a motherfuckin' bitch Hypnotized here just to get that grip Y'all niggaz talk
see 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 (*scratching* "I'm a bad, bad, boy..") [Notorious