Текст песни Dead Prez - The Pistol, слова песни Dead Prez

Текст песни Dead Prez - The Pistol

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We ain`t tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)We whole world operating off a (Cash money)To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)Watch yo` back moneyYou couldn`t neva understand how my mind tickI`m on some old school crime shitWhen niggas sold two`s to keep the dimes litAin`t no rules when these iron shots are stoned dunThis heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bonesI reach for the buddha cess and zoneI probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be aloneBut as far as the present time its onI represent mine til I return to the S and said I`m dead and goneNobody wanna be broke and you neitherPut me on the co`na, watch me catch a quick case of cream feverIf you be poppin shit my niggas won`t believe yaProbably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see yaBut son it gets deeper I`m runnin with a click thats bein` hunted by the grim reaperTo all my peoples in the man keeper Let`cha situation be a teacherAin`t nothin like a education When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedicationAnd not to say shit, unless you need a motherfuckin face liftAnd as a youth I was a outcastRunnin around with ?pelagons? playin war but now it`s all about cashChorus:I`m caught up, caught up in a mix of shitAnd I ain`t tryin to hear shit til my got cash to getBlast you with the pistolIf I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfullI`m caught up in a mix of shitAnd I ain`t tryin to hear shit til my got cash to getSplash you with the pistolIf I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfullUp late night and upset, and fed upNiggas comin up wet, I`m dead upFuck tryin to your head upAnd when it go down, word bond we gotta get upToo many locked down upstate, son its a set upMy life has sped up, many years I`m straight upPlenty bears for who ain`t here and those who ate upTest and get sprayed up in the clubWe couldn`t run it so we take the blade up in the boothSince we couldn`t shootWe heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chestI`m blessed, puffin the skunk make me care lessThe best that you can do is duck my fuckin crewIf the slugs don`t get`cha, lord J`ll jig yaActin artificial you`ll get burnt my the pistolBefore its done, even my guns`ll turn to misslesDon`t have to blow the whistle on you`Cuz everybody knows youWatch yourself around borderline pyschosWho know my people gotta hold a mintOr they ain`t worth a centHow can you represent, if you can`t pay the rentAnd leave a dent in my life time, I`m caught up in trife crimeIn fights you neva know what you might findWe stand firm meanwhile cuz niggas that seem wildBe buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldn`t fuck with pranksI leave them niggas alone and stay homeUnitl it cool down as they remember how my tool soundChorusWe ain`t tryin to hear shit for what? (Cash money)We whole world operating off a (Cash money)To all my niggas with a whole lotta (Cash money)Watch yo` back moneyYeah, we up on what we dealing withWe ain`t no criminalsWe got the right to have gatsAs long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gatsWe gon` hold heat, knamsayin?`Cuz our army gotta represent for usWord upAiyyo, Maintain (Yeah)Set that shit sonForever keeping my shit cocked for dramaStainless steal, shit is for realThe way these rats is known to squeal, makin` sour dealsThugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humbleBricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set itStealin existence obviuosly ya jettedSpeak the desest, I see the pyramid and eagleBack of the dollar bill, ill decitful, we consider leathalGod fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholicsTwo drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortressThis is on, we `bout to form, best prepare for the stormYa`ll funny niggas quick to ring the alarmBomb fell, now a nation is gelWe had to dwell for four hundred or moreThe Lord had the right just livin poorResurrectin the true and livin back the powerDevils getiin devoured, niggas heard the god holla

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The Pistol

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