I'm holding Sporting mad polo but only if it's stolen I got no morals my mind is in the gutter Kid I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter Soak
what i'm holding Sporting mad Polo but only if its stolen I got no morals my mind is in the gutter KId I'll open up your face with my orange box cutter
me please dat nite he got on dat dope and went out he was off his knees walkin' without a gun they caught him roun' hit and run pulled out dat Tommy gun
dicks? We'll be there when it's war callin Either we high or we fly or the floor fallin I'm a Tommy gun ? it ain't no best The rap game like a St. Louis
ain't bluffin'!} {Big boss in effect, I ain't bluffin'!} Tommy wants revenge But I want your oxygen When the game got thick you ran Now in my face you
my seat The cops throw me out in the street They found my gun like thieves Officer Friendly has got a new beat So I show him my gun permit I told him
to? (yeah) Git in there an'beat'em then (drums beating) o.k.hotdog, start the song ya'lil' show boat, who ya'think ya'are Tommy Lee Jones? Not bad
drums before No Want to Yeah Get in there and beat 'em then OK hot dog Start too soon you little showboat Who do you think you are Tommy Lee Jones
West End up dyin' from hollow points to they fuckin' chest 'Cause they ain't never seen or cocked beamed a milli fourteen Or Tommy gun, with a hundred round fuckin' gun
in You keep flappin' those gums but just when I'm wrong 'Cause you don't want none I'm a heart break kid, I'm a stick up kid Bang, bang, Tommy gun You
't be dismissin' Think you're a Flash encyclopedia? Eating breathing Macromedia Think you're cool sayin' "All Your Base"? Get that Xiao Xiao outta my face
Little boy soldier, Tommy Gun, he'd kill to play "peacekeeper man" It's a little game he learned from his dad, his daddy was a "peacekeeper" in Iraq
don't blend with cowards I spit Heroin, make y'all niggaz pure dope heads Like Tony when he went to kill Frank Lopez Top of the world Gun cocked, cocking
] Yo, check out the kid that get coke like sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my tommy, showin
somethin' Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha be in the Costa Rica, sippin' margaritas with a mami Cleanin' my Tommy
firearm, Remington sixteen guage shot gun Two of them ultra-light machine bombers, AR fifteen and Tommy guns Ready to run into bumbles Rushin? all I
laugh, Lord, it makes me cry And I think for once let me just get high Let me get electric, put a silk suit on Turn my old guitar into a tommy gun And
Fox found Martin Me and Bruhman from the fifth floor Climbed throught the window From his apartment Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand Robbed Martin, Tommy