[00:00.00]Pistol grip on the side of me
[00:00.00]And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[00:00.00]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[00:00.00]Try me you'll bleed
[00:00.00]I let it rip empty the clip
[00:00.00]Run up you'll die in these streets
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[00:19.88]Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
[00:22.05]Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme
[00:24.93]I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped
[00:27.11]In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
[00:29.79]So I'm... packin my magnums
[00:31.66]In case I gotta blast one
[00:34.54]The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin
[00:37.09]You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy
[00:39.59]I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet
[00:41.77]He left dead came to take it brains eraded
[00:44.45]He bled red stains in pavement
[00:46.77]His crane split slain he lay stiff.. think about it...
[00:49.63]Before you make that move this be ya warning
[00:51.95]He's ready to be squeezed like an orange
[00:53.75]Bullets penetrate ya （bleedin like menustration）
[00:56.38]I'ma empty out （more shells） than in （Run-D.M.C.'s） closet
[01:00.18]I got my..
[01:01.11]Pistol grip on the side of me
[01:03.23]And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[01:07.60]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[01:11.47]Try me you'll bleed
[01:13.04]I let it rip empty the clip
[01:15.09]
[01:15.86]Run up you'll die in these streets
[01:18.23]I got my..
[01:19.60]Pistol grip on the side of me
[01:22.53]And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[01:27.40]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[01:31.09]Try me you'll bleed
[01:32.71]I let it rip empty the clip
[01:35.08]Run up you'll die in these streets
[01:37.40]Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
[01:40.88]You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil
[01:43.26]Starvin artist I paint a picture
[01:45.31]Way I （touch O's） everyday for me like a game of （Twister）
[01:48.80]Achievement say I'm a legend
[01:50.30]Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
[01:52.80]I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
[01:55.30]Like 2Pac in ＂I Ain't Mad At Cha＂ video
[01:58.23]Now start with me I'ma target ya click
[02:00.22]The （Scope） I got ain't the type you （gargle and spit）
[02:02.78]It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s
[02:05.60]Heat'll leave a enemy so cold
[02:06.97]Thirty feet away with one eye squinted
[02:09.41]You look like the man on the ****in Public Enemy logo
[02:12.39]First nigga start shit
[02:13.72]Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
[02:17.03]I got my..
[02:17.96]Pistol grip on the side of me
[02:21.20]And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[02:26.13]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[02:29.88]Try me you'll bleed
[02:31.44]I let it rip empty the clip
[02:33.87]Run up you'll die in these streets
[02:36.42]Shiit.. I'll die for mine you aint gon take it wit ease
[02:39.86]You better go （jack monterey） for his （cheese）
[02:42.11]You run up on me in my 745 Beamer
[02:44.35]You catch 7 shots from my 45... eat em
[02:47.10]In my lap is where the heat's kept
[02:49.47]I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts
[02:51.60]When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head
[02:54.40]To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask
[02:56.83]It's no secret I keep the nina
[02:58.95]It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner
[03:01.57]I sell those pies I tell no lies
[03:03.89]Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
[03:06.07]You don't know no dirt
[03:08.00]I'll put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt
[03:11.00]
[03:11.53]Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects
[03:14.02]Bluck! when I stop by
[03:15.83]I got my..
[03:16.52]
[03:34.83]Pistol grip on the side of me
[03:38.82]And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[03:43.49]
[03:45.19]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[03:47.87]Try me you'll bleed
[03:49.80]I let it rip empty the clip
[03:52.18]Run up you'll die in these streets