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Tats all on ya arm Rags all on our head They said kill of your enemies So why my brothers dead? Flyer all these colors Blue, yellow, and red You get caught in the wrong hood and all you hear is that led. It go bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang It go bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Staring down a barrel All i could think about is my mother, Disappointing my pops, never telling wifey that i loved her. Aint built for these street, I'm tryna be just like my brother Aint going out like no sucka I pray that BLOOD got me covered. (Oh LORD) Lord please forgive me If i hit them Or if one of them ever hit me, It's Life after death I been listening to biggie Should of been bumping kirk But i wanted them franklyns and them fifties. And a girl fancy with a iggy Tryna puff like i was diddy Just a badboy in the city See was all bout them benjis My circle come to your block Dont be scared We spraying them semi's Til they empty R.I.P to the homies We numb the pain with this henny. Pouring out that O.E. All wanna be O.G. And that's Bobby Johnson From the New York To Philly All the way to Compton. My O.G. Is J.C. So we really banging. One Blood, No Junior Reid Salvation Army We affiliated . It's the eye! Tats all on ya arm Rags all on our head They say kill of your enemies So why all my brothers dead? Flyer all these colors Blue, yellow, and red U get caught in the wrong hood and all u hear is that led. It go bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang It go bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang BANG BANG I'm from the block of the hollow shots BANG BANG My old block they would never call cops BANG BANG To be honest I ain't never see a mask BANG BANG We knew the killaz they gave us a pass. It's real out there in the ghetto I'm mean it's absolutely special I'm mean they into fendi & Gooey Luey Ain't no tic toc on the bezel Un Uh Ryding on the wave High with metal Can't choose God they side with devil. Pray for the cash Then go kill for it. Rap about it, Then go try to get a deal for it. Police gone see you on a billboard, Know you gone get pop or locked but you still do it. It's all about choices, Know a killa cuz he hear a lot voices. And a killa always think he can't trust you, Cuz he can't trust himself and it's annoying Man! Must be hard being lied to, Got enemy living inside you, But I just wanna go & just remind you, That GOD know exactly where to find you, And HE can forgive all of the time too. Even the dumb,def and blind too. What's the definition of apostle? The one that will go and give the gospel. I said what's the definition of apostle? The one that will go and give the gospel. Tats all on ya arm Rags all on our head They say kill of your enemies So why all my brothers dead? Flyer all these colors Blue, yellow, and red U get caught in the wrong hood and all u hear is that led. It go bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang It go bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang Bang bang, shoot em up,shoot em bang bang
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Jabari Jones, Michael Epps, Eugene O. Gray, Lamont J. Porter, Carishma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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