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Yeah, yo, c'mon Ride wit me, lemme take you somewhere My father was a soldier, my mother was a rider I was born wit my fists balled up, I'ma fighter
, British troops hit Basra His cousin waged jihad and died with honor He heard about the buildings on 9-11 And a man named bush on a search for weapons
Yeah, Strong Arm Steady One gang, four guns How the West was won, let's go Jump if you really want it You'll catch one in yo' stomach When you see the
I'd leave the girl alone, but the bitch keeps callin' me All day and all night long, she just keeps callin' me She says she'll kill herself if I try to
You better get ready for the war It's so frustratin', so many hatin' Somebody gon' make me break the law But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin' You
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You can turn your back and then walk away (You can turn your back and then walk away) (Yes, uhh, breathe with me) Soon be
The dictator who is assembling the world's most dangerous weapons, is here in our own country.He is a homicidal dictator, who is addict to weapons of
Yeah, check it out They say behind every strong man Is an even stronger woman Come on 'Cause she, was put here to defeat me 'Cause she, cuss me out,
Ah, we bout to go this motherfuckin' club tonight, y'knahmean? Poke some motherfuckin' hoes, y'knahmean? Make sure them hoes, y'knahmean? Gon' act accordingly
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neighborhood to a parkin' lot I paid the cost to be the boss And will do my time standin' up 'til I get an appeal These weapons too real to conceal so
[chorus x 2] My words are weapons (I use em to crush my opponents) My words are weapons (never show no emotion) My words are weapons (I use em to kill
Violence is glamor, I'm glamorous Tell me that you love me before we turn to dust My hand can be heavy when it lives in your mouth Violence is glamor,
Sometimes you go to sleep in your make up Sometimes you take off your pants when you wake up Sometimes you walk a bridge in your girl shoes It's okay
Dance me face to face While I finger your ribcage Dance me face to face While I finger your ribcage I've got a filthy mind, love She's got those laser
Sticky with champagne It's okay, it's her birthday, sticky Her lips are always open and bloody red Bloody trying to get us all in her bed In her head
Let her love you the only way she can With bottles and her momma's cigarettes Let her love you the only way she can She poses before she blows up again