Tonalità: C major
Verse 1
Gm
Oh come on and play,
I wanna be touched
All the metal in your palm,
you're makin' me blush
I spit lead, you in bed with no recovery
It's all elementary,
I know that you love me
You're on parole, look at my glow
I'll do away with the enemy,
just make me so
I go poppin' them loud,
give a fuck about a victim
Shootin' the crowd
and carry that spooze with em'
Get em', got em', taught em' a lesson
Look people in the face,
on my handles smith and wesson
I'm guessin', you clean the ammo
before you loaded me
You know gettin' caught with me
Am
Gm
is a motherfuckin' felony
Punishable by years in the pen
Empty out, load me up
and I'll do it again
Under your command,
I'm the sword that cuts
I make a grown man
feel like he got baby nuts
When they come,
I'll blast and let them know
Don't point me out
cause I'm not for show
Bark real loud is how I sound
My caliber, yeah, it holds them down
One, two, there go the pop
I let go your tongue
cause the body just dropped
One, two, there go the pop
I let go your tongue
cause the body just dropped
I heard that tiggles,
you're scratching off my numbers
The ones that I was born with,
I showed your true colors
Detectives on the hunt,
looking for the source
I'm sittin' on the dresser
while you're havin' intercourse
Your attitude is shitty,
the city knows your name
At your hands, Grim Reaper,
I'm the one to blame
My caliber is high just like your life
Hide me out in your car
or pass me over to your wife
Feel so naked when I'm not
around
Sometimes I feel like a slut
when you pass me around
Homie, wash your hands fast,
it's the head to blast
No time for brownies and long -sleeve
or even a ski mask
It's not a hard task, just to aim and shoot
Point me to the way,
best believe we get the loot
This shit is international,
got cousins of Russia
SKS, 7 .5 shots, baby, who got ya?
When they come,
we'll blast and let them know
Don't point me out,
cause I'm not for show
Mark, we're loud, it's how I sound
High caliber, yeah, it holds them down
One, two, there go the pop
I let go your tongue,
cause the body just dropped
One, two, there go the pop
I let go your tongue,
cause the body just dropped
Bop, bop, doin' it now
Bop, bop, that is my sound
Bop, bop, lettin' you know
I am so cold,
they go through you, it's hot lead
They go through you, leave you dead
They go through you, homie, I did
They go through you, leave you so dead
Who would've known,
it comes down to this
Only selective few get lucky if we miss
Feel the pressure when the tension rises
Got brothers and sisters
that come in different sizes
Crisis comes from the tip of my mouth
Fire aren't prohibited
when you go down south
No crossing borders,
scenes getting colder
Some made out of plastic,
others carried on the shoulder
Armies carry us, feel it, furious
I don't give a shit, that's it,
come and fuck with us
Just don't get caught up,
or I'll be evidence
And get my ass destroyed,
shortly after the sentence
No more fun, no more pain
No more grief to drive your mama insane
A shotgun bullet don't fit me
But one blow to your ass
will make a motherfucker all right
When they come,
I'm and let them know
Don't point me out,
cause I'm not for show
Boss, we're loud, it's how I sound
I calibrate ya and hold some down
One, two, there go the pop
I let wear your tongue
cause the body just drop
One, two, there go the pop
I let wear your tongue
cause the body just drop
Bop, bop, doin' it loud
Bop, bop, that is my sound
Bop, bop, that ain't you know
Bop, bop, I am so cool
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