must leave now, take what you need, you think will last But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
take packages under they armpit Now, we remain the +Imperial+ live niggaz who consistantly blackout and rep for them wild niggaz Yo, you incompatible, snatch yo' collateral Gun
bitches check for this shit My live niggas know the truth That's why they always got respect for this shit [Chorus:] Bust one for me, Bladow! All my niggas holding they gun
sick Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick Fuckin everything from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
law we dodge em like fuck em all But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well
full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that was bad I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass But she was too fast, and I was too slow
' Haters hate, but it alright, if its a race then we won Took some yearrs, to get herre, now Mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun, just a mic
and always reminded Of the things I've wanted but I never could find I am a part of a world that I hate I wish the End would come faster my world's a
the faith in yourself or in somebody else Rise up-Hysteria can you rush faster than the juice in the vein can you stop a bullet when the gun is at your
set Niggaz think they a thug, then thug to death (uh-huh) Cause the P gonna squeeze 'til no slugs is left (what) You know I'm good with a hundred of 'dro, gun
a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers [DMX] I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun
hydrant, get low for the shootout Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm goin' out fast
you'd go out with a bang. We're going nowhere fast... We're going nowhere fast... We're going nowhere fast... We're going nowhere fast... Yeah, Yeah
lighter Seans flipper than non-fiction when the drum hittin The gods gifted You know that you wont get done Im artistic Watch how fast i draw my gun
know you want it I like the way you give it girl Your mouth is dry, Your heart is beating faster You wanna die, you're too afraid to ask her She pops the gun
run when it's time for the action All the stories you told are bound to get old When your hands ain't as fast as the words you flippin' Word to Scott
hand is worth two in the bush" but when push came to shove yo I had my own theories World series of love It's two on one when I got caught with a smokin' gun
Is worth two in the bush But when shove came to push Yo, I had my own theories World Series of love It's two on one Till I got caught with the smokin' gun