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dead prez - the pistol (bonus track 2) كلمات الأغنية

we ain’t tryin to hear sh-t for what? (cash money)
we whole world operating off a (cash money)
to all my n-ggas with a whole lotta (cash money)
watch yo’ back money

you couldn’t neva understand how my mind tick
i’m on some old school crime sh-t
when n-ggas sold two’s to keep the dimes lit
ain’t no rules when these iron shots are stoned dun
this heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bones
i reach for the buddha cess and zone
i probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone
but as far as the present time its on
i represent mine til i return to the s and said i’m dead and gone
n0body wanna be broke and you neither
put me on the co’na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
if you be poppin sh-t my n-ggas won’t believe ya
probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
but son it gets deeper
i’m runnin with a cl!ck thats bein’ hunted by the grim reaper
to all my peoples in the man keeper
let’cha situation be a teacher
ain’t nothin like a education
when i was locked down i learned about patience and dedication
and not to say sh-t, unless you need a motherf-ckin face lift
and as a youth i was a outcast
runnin around with pellot guns playin war but now it’s all about cash

[hook:]
i’m caught up, caught up in a mix of sh-t
and i ain’t tryin to hear sh-t til my got cash to get
blast you with the pistol
if i have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull
i’m caught up in a mix of sh-t
and i ain’t tryin to hear sh-t til my got cash to get
splash you with the pistol
if i have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull

up late night and upset, and fed up
n-ggas comin up wet, i’m dead up
f-ck tryin to your head up
and when it go down, word bond we gotta get up
too many locked down upstate, son its a set up
my life has sped up, many years i’m straight up
plenty bears for who ain’t here and those who ate up
test and get sprayed up in the club
we couldn’t run it so we take the blade up in the booth
since we couldn’t shoot
we heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
i’m blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less
the best that you can do is duck my f-ckin crew
if the slugs don’t get’cha, lord j’ll jig ya
actin artificial you’ll get burnt my the pistol
before its done, even my guns’ll turn to missles
don’t have to blow the whistle on you
‘cuz everybody knows you
watch yourself around borderline pyschos
who know my people gotta hold a mint
or they ain’t worth a cent
how can you represent, if you can’t pay the rent
and leave a dent in my life time, i’m caught up in trife crime
in fights you neva know what you might find
we stand firm meanwhile cuz n-ggas that seem wild
be buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldn’t f-ck with pranks
i leave them n-ggas alone and stay home
unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool sound

[hook]

we ain’t tryin to hear sh-t for what? (cash money)
we whole world operating off a (cash money)
to all my n-ggas with a whole lotta (cash money)
watch yo’ back money

yeah, we up on what we dealing with
we ain’t no criminals
we got the right to have gats
as long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats
we gon’ hold heat, knamsayin?
‘cuz our army gotta represent for us
word up
aiyyo, maintain (yeah)
set that sh-t son

forever keeping my sh-t c-cked for drama
stainless steal, sh-t is for real
the way these rats is known to squeal, makin’ sour deals
thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
bricks and paper by the bundle how the bronx humble
?? devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it
stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted
speak the desest, i see the pyramid and eagle
back of the dollar bill, ill decitful, we consider leathal
god fallin, n-ggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics
two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortress
this is on, we ’bout to form, best prepare for the storm
ya’ll funny n-ggas quick to ring the alarm
bomb fell, now a nation is gel
we had to dwell for four hundred or more
the lord had the right just livin poor
resurrectin the true and livin back the power
devils getiin devoured, n-ggas heard the god holla

- dead prez

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