i need your sex sells and i'm sold honey so come over to me, yeah 'cause i'm fully loaded and you're looking mean you tell me you like to play with guns
Перевод: Die Trying. Любовь и оружие.
'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy, until I retire my jersey 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30 And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me And
All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man (Trick ass square) Niggas looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Trying
give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full
guns and we going out What!! [swizz beatz] It ain’t over, it ain’t over, ain’t over [sonja blade] I’m the one wit the chrome and the clothes Drop flows
the beginning and between each verse] [Cassidy] Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler And I brought two of my niggaz with me and we about to
the city And I ain't asking for your love And I don't want your pity So girl don't talk about me shitty Don't act all high and ditty If your man
the corner like a shy t-rex Mmmmmmmmmmmm..mmmmmmm Around your home are the ways and means Guns hiding under porno magazines There’s booze and thrills, cheap thrills and
Mack 10: I get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas 'Bout to show these so-called Wig-splitters and nigg-hitters Who the man be, and
anytime, anywhere, just show your teeth and strike the fear Of god wears camouflage, cries at night and drives a dodge Pick up the beat and stop hogging
high and drunk till I hurl Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz Hatin me cause
just wanna remain a nigga that's loyally loved Through his levels of pain, and i won't be contained even if incarcerated still i'm only in chains, bury bread and and
And anything that happen is for a reason, And niggas guns a clappin and keep to squeezin', And Gran (Grandma) keep prayin' and keep believin', And Jesus
lives in the south where them thugs outta control You look off in they mouth you see a whole lotta gold I love to load clips, I love to shoot guns I love
Verse 1] When I look you in your eyes I can see my own Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You
hear them bullets rang, shotguns and mac millis Spraying like a hurricane in this war called the terror game And deuce deuces can't stand the pain Little guns
it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and
