19 motherfuckin' 99,
Willie
D,
Retreat'll get hit
I'm loved by a few, hated by many
But guess what, I don't give a shit
Bucket in the bucket,
I'm ready for the drama
Finna hit this motherfucker up like
Texas in the summer
Drama comin' like a cold blue
Got your body shakin' like jelly
Leave these smelly,
but really wounds to the belly
My adversaries won't be dead,
my survival's crucial
I see plans to end your
motherfuckin' future
If you're neutral,
stay the hell away from me, bitch
This, ride niggas,
ain't never throwin' a piece, shit
Your mom did her best,
but I guess her best wasn't good enough
Cuz I stopped knockin' bitches out
when my nuts got bigger
Bought me a gun and shot my first nigga,
trigger
Happy law, fuck my cock, fuckin' balls
I have the parameters,
cuttin' off your fuckin' walls
They put my motherfuckin'
homie in the slam of black
For a straight shooter and
a gram of crack
Damn these tracks make me
wanna eat it up and shit it
I fuck names when I hear the clock
I'm havin' dreams of blooded pictures
My adversary makin' wishes
But I ain't sparin' them bitches
I let my gun talk, let it talk, nigga
Let it, let it, let it, let it
I let my gun talk, let it talk, nigga
Let it, let it, let it, let it
I let my gun flame, let it talk to you
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot,
give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
Pull up my gun, same gun,
same talk to you
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot,
give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
I'm at the end of my rope,
I can't pretend I see hope
The sentence of king and queen,
we can't even escape
Yo, no need for escape, yo,
we our own worst enemy
Constantly fuckin' ourselves
with no remedy
Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war
We ain't ready for what they got in store
From all shores,
ghetto boys and outlaws
Frontline soldiers,
in the midst of battle
Jumpin' on them war time rotors
Ain't no stick when the flame spit, aim to hit
Y 'all can't take shit, we came to trip
Blame your bitch for suckin'
on my homeboy's dick
Said she got it from you, huh?
For ridin' on my clique, that's what you get
Never write a check with your mouth,
that's your ass
Can't cash, I'll blast your ass
And I ain't got a flasher, nigga
Willie
D and
Pop, y 'all, fuck around,
smoke your asses, nigga
We got this motherfucker
head on lock
Until we see results, I don't care,
we won't stop
Hot shots, retarded,
we ain't martyrs, we riders
Holla if ya heads, man,
I love it, when they fast
Oh yes, them niggas with
them triggers to speak on it
Six -figure killers,
whatever you own, we want it
Willie
D want it, and sucker, I do too
Now what the fuck is you gonna do
When pistols still talking to
Jews?
Speaking dope, don't think of coke,
think of me
While you in jeans, an ode to the
BLE
Eat up
T's like
BLT's
Nigga please, you a water gun soldier
In blue fatigues, shoot the freeze
Eternally you journey with me, losing
DT's
Right in the corner of
New
Street
You choose to feed, I choose to win
You lose again, thought it ain't my friend
I knew it was meant to
What would my gun say if
I could talk to you?
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot,
give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
What would my gun say if
I could talk to you?
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth and
put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot, act cute,
and I got a shot for all of you, I'm warnin' you
My own
Glock, pistol whipped a nigga in the head,
cause he said, I wouldn't buy the
M4
Red
My
Tip -9 jammin' stutter when he get out of hold,
so I filed out a pen, made a fully auto
Kept talkin' shit, seein' haters come out and play,
tellin' me he home sick, wanna go back to the bay
So we can ride around the hood, and get in
Mrs.
Glock, she was spittin'
Black
Cat as a
Jew when we was on the block
My two homies,
Smith and
Wesson, wanna fuck me to rocks
Say they gon' rape that bitch if
she don't let her vote talks
My booty changes on clips for me
Got my motherfuckin' mind
playin' tricks on me
It's sick, homie,
speakin' a worldwide language
Gun talk, everybody listen
Kissin' and rubbin' my
pistol like a pretty bitch
We goin' on a mission,
killin' niggas that's talkin' shit
And no, we ain't missin',
we aimin' straight
And dippin'
Barcellini slash killer slash real nigga
Fuck
Tommy
Hilfiger, my
Tommy
Hill niggas
Got me smokin' on green leaves,
thuggin' into the red run
No enemies mobbin' into
my death zone
What my gun say if I could talk to you?
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot,
give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
What would my gun say if
I could talk to you?
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot,
give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
What would my gun say if
I could talk to you?
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot,
act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
Move up my gun's aim,
gotta f***ing talk to you
Shut your motherf***ing mouth
and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot,
act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
I'm warning you
I'm warning you
I'm warning you
I'm warning you
I'm warning you
That's what I'm saying.
Just dig in.
If they start squawking,
I'll take care of it.
You know what I'm saying?
