歌词
Niggas never grow up, some drink till they throw up
Some sniff that cocaine till they fuckin’ brains blow up
Grass junkies drunk on that
Brass Monkey
Walk around with the brain of a crash dummy
How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?
You be in the
House of a 1000
Corpse like
Rob Zombie
Culture this
I God, all inside your i
Pod‘Cause my squad, nigga is
Die HardPut your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like
Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like
Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Niggas creep, yo check it, yo, yo
Welcome to the city of
God where it's gritty and hard
And these dogs walk around at least fifty a squad
Sayin’, “Give me a yard”, tryna split me a broad
Maybe spit me a dart, so
I could get me a car
Niggas creep, half can't read or speak
Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like
Little Zeke
From the slums, yeah we be the blind, deaf and dumb
We got six year old sons knowin’ how to use a gun
They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it
Go home, lay on momma breast nigga, drink about it
So while you huff and you puff like you rough and tough
Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like
Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Nobody understands me, not even my family
Most important man on the planet still they ban me
Instead of givin’ praises and revealin’ a
GrammyThey'd rather see me stressed out concealin’ my jammy
Hopin’, I got smoked out and broke like
SammySpin the wheel of fortune then get struck with a whammy
Never that black,
I got my act together
How can hip hop be dead when
Wu-Tang is forever?
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like
Iraq and I'm just a soldier
Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's gettin’ colder
Hood's like
Iraq and I'm just a soldier
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