get up to get shot down) No four leaf clover to keep me safe Paranoia sits in place But everyday I get up and try (Gotta get up to get shot down) Well
Gotta get up to get shot down) No four leaf clover to keep me safe Paranoia sits in place But everyday I get up and try (Gotta get up to get shot down
the wall And felt my pistol grip All of a sudden Niggas started trippin' Flippin', the record started skippin' Wildin', fools started lockin' up Gats cracked The room started smokin' up
my sleep, nigga peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get
my sleep - nigga peep I remember watchin' the news, dead people in jimmy bag I got a Nine nigga get me mad And watch me throw up razorblades and get to
niggas always caked up, chromed out and draped up Constantly tellin' me, we need to get this paper I'm gettin' skinny and it's he who get my weight up Straight up
from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up
mouth) I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out) My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House! [Blam] This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up
2:] [Method Man] I get scanned, rip sand With this stick style Pistol, lick ground Get off my dick now Kick crowd, hot style You-get-shot-style Timid,
is it?) The fool who visits the playground With two biscuits to lay down the school district Get pissed with a whip with a Marseburg With a pistol grip
I had the hook up whole keys I cooked up now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick pistol
die come and get me Well, you can label me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off Grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off Like dustin
when the gatts came out, I moved closer Foolish what was I thinking? wasn't trying to be cool its Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger When a stranger get
for the virgin white Pistol whipped his kids and taped up his wife He said, "Yo Rock, set 'em up", no question Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his
Big up, big up, it's a stick up, stick up And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you hiccup Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece The opposite
motherfucker to disrespect In a second use a weapon smith and westin or attack Youngster or fucking vest who's get checked or to the next Who gets rest pistol gripping
were blood shot red Now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin' Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion My niggas talkin', figuring how to get
My shit too bright, I rip through mics Plus I push more powder than crystal light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip bitch, this how I get
