[sheek] Now you can quote me on this I bust my gun Also quote me on this I handle my biz I knew it was my house when run was sayin it was his I aint lyin Aint no cords or no steam in this iron But it is a permanent press Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest Leave you stiff Coroners make ashes of you In rap i'm like god nigga forever above you If i don't do it all i just dial my phone And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne If it's not violence or drugs i have nothing to spit I be lyin if i talk some spiritual shit Like kirk franklin and them Y'all just aint me I can't tell you about god but i can tell you about a key And what i'll do to god's children if they jerk me Hurt me , never , that'll be a sin I'ma put the bible to your head and shoot through matthew verse 10 What C'mon niggas What
Chorus 2x: [eve and jadakiss] You told me you would bust your guns for me (yeah bust your gun dog) You said you'd always sling your pounds (sling the hydro green) Now you're away and you're all that i need (you're all that i need baby) But l-o-x will hold it down (you know the lox gonna hold it)
[jadakiss] I'm back in the game I still ride the back of the train And sit right next to jake with a package of caine Niggas say he realer than me you call him a liar I got the outtie t t the same color as fire You just gettin a name Puttin shit in the game Stop fakin I have your doorag lookin jamaican Holey as the water in the front of the church Then find you with no back plus one in your earth I can't wait for the day you get murt Cuz i'ma throw a free party at the tunnel and give out work I love myself , my family , and love my son Love my niggas and love white air force ones And besides that i'm open off the dro and the guns And the head you could get from a hoe in the slums Niggas always act silly till you show em the milly Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me Uhh
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[styles] I know it aint right For me to swear to god But i swear to god that i'll murder you dog And i know it aint right For me to sell dope Rob stores but i still gotta run from the law Twenty niggas in the clique How all of us pour In a three room apartment and we all on the floor I reflect to the days i thought of bustin the whip Now i come through the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch Feel good to see kiss spend a buck on his wrists Or sheek frontin on a jet ski with a puerto rican chick I dont rock no jewels But i pops my tools And i work my coupe to do a buck 68 P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face Or a cup full of liquor Come and fuck with you nigga Cuz i make drug money Gotta take blood from me If you wanna prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies
