, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nathin' but a buster I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone, feel the shot gun
're a gangsta Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me I shoulda been done come with a gun
6 years sober and just like that now you back were you started square one and you can?t bring it back when that bullet leave the gun as the planet get
em up, pick em up I hope ya got insurance on ya brand new truck Mama need food in the icebox And I need some new Jordan with some white sock Bout to rob Peter
'm spittin gangsta shit Man fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun clappin No Limit, yeah, that's what's happenin Fuck all that yappin, we bout that gun
like a bitch 'Cuz they shit ain't droppin' hits Rule 7, aww naw, now that should've been 1 Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun
(Dickie Peterson, Leigh Stephens, and Peter Wagner) Walking here from beyonder Just to see (Just to see the right road) Just to see You know I don't wanna
there's nothing you can do You're trying to walk like giants but you're wearing Pluto's shoes And the answers fall easier from the barrel of a gun Than
your gun. Don't you trust anyone. There's just one kind of man that you can trust, that's a dead man, or a gringo like me. Keep your hand on your gun
Afroman likes tall cans I stepped into this party full of Mexicans I didn't realize I was the only black man One hand on my bottle, the other on my Peter
mind stale, Bridge: Peter Gunz and Kurupt Now, who you know With the New York, that keeps a brother respect From California like I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg? Peter
grand know your math - got newborn G's break a scheme and plot - got forever thugs - they 40 and still on the block - got niggas in they jetsuits - gun
a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met - The guy that invented the cigarette I'd murder that son of a gun in the
don't move Then I won't budge (Won't budge) No I won't budge, no Lord Money iz da motivation Facin' da avenue Back touchin' da wall Got da weed, got da gun
for your children This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa 'Cause the fuckin' all my niggaz, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin' Peter-Peter
I remember when you were born I felt like one lucky Son of a gun And when you turned into two I was so happy When you said I love you Held you in
a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented that cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first