| You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here
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| My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer
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| Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay
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| Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day
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| Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him
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| And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him
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| Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled
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| These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols
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| Yeah
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| Blast for your stash
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| I’m like Fat Albert’s younger homie Dumb Donald with the mask
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| Drunker than lil' Rass Kass of the flask
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| My eyes start getting all wide once I see cash
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| Lemon pepper sea bass
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| Sprinkling that Lawry’s seasoning
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| With a pinch of Mrs. Dash
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| Ashen’n my backwood packaging
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| While I break every letter down in my rap
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| Like an acronym
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| Whatever happened to that?
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| That nigga shit
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| Like 'em blacker than black
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| Pull out the mac from the back of the lac
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| That’s my nigga I’ll clap for him
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| The first rapper ever took me on tour
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| I’ll go to war for him
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| Go to the drawer for him
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| Pull out a couple of stacks
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| Either that or just dust of the gat
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| Yeah that
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| You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here
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| My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer
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| Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay
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| Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day
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| Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him
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| And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him
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| Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled
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| These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols
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| I arise hit me knees and pray
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| And pull the Henny out
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| For my bredren in heaven I pour the Remy out
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| Fatal without doubt
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| Too many pennies
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| A little’s better than not any
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| Take it from me
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| Willy Hutch and the clutch off blunts and clear Belvederes
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| Nevada nights off white huntin' for Brittany Spears
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| Hear the boom blast
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| Fast as the words up out a DOOM mask
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| No school or class could the fool pass
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| Rescue please ??? |
| President Hussein
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| Don’t let em shame your name and wish the truth came
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| Free the lame, art of war, armageddon for the future
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| Can’t tell the Saint from the shooter
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| Codeine supplement
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| Never seen such a crime scene like outsourced torture for the government
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| You gon' need more than one gun if you gon' eat around here
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| My gangstas do more than stand around and drink beer
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| Niggas don’t squab no more it’s all gunplay
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| Talent that big yeah you gon' see him one day
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| Every OG got a youngster that’ll whack for him
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| And if he gets pissed he’ll dust off a old mac for him
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| Last couple niggas smoked got they whole wigs riddled
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| These niggas got some big ass guns that’s why I ride with two pistols
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| Yeah that, you ain’t never lied
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| You qualified to be the south-east ghetto tour guide
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| Let’s slow ride and take a closer look inside
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| Trigger side, homicide
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| It’s like Amistad, swallow your pride
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| Like a super big gulp
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| Knocked out like the great white hope
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| Socked out, before you hit the floor
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| You hit the ropes hard
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| Bullet proof booth like the Pope Car
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| Vacation with your bitch send a post card
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| Corny like Carson Daly, this your last call
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| Put a gun straight to your head, hate to blast yall
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| So imma just stall y’all out
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| The little homey’s gonna air you out
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| When they see you with the bitch out
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| No doubt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Pistols , by - Strong Arm Steady. Song from the album In Search Of Stoney Jackson, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп