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Obie Trice
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Pistol Pistol (Remix)
作詞:Von Carlisle, De Shawn Holton, Rufus Johnson, Marshall Mathers, Ondre Moore, Denaun Porter, Obie Trice
O' Trice c'mon Yeah, niggas got me I'mma get 'em It ain't over
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice And I'm poppin' the clip 'bout to fix this issue You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through You seen us on the ave ain't just to get you While my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you 'Cause I don't go nowhere without my pistol, pistol
I solemnly swear on my daughters tears The nigga that got 'em in the head to fill it before the year ends I hope you inconspicuous my friend 'Cause once the word get back you in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him for tryna murder what's Been determined as the first solo African To go platinum where the accident happened at But maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back
My momma blood pressure was affected from that My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time Exact now and niggas act wild, when the mac come out Y'all niggaz ex' out
And I don't wanna hear X Y Z I'm X'ing out your whole entity for tryin' to kill me 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Filthy muthafuckas I'll show you what real be When these HTB's light up your kidneys
I'm so sincere you see in a hearse this year It's not a verse it's a curse from birth And what's on your person over here, this is Obie hearin' clear Niggas beware, we're coming at you with firearms in air
And your purpose on superfluous, how could I be merciful When murkin me's a mercenary's goal? Nigga I got paper, I'll have ya ass urgently exposed No emergency's bringin' back your souls
Slugs shatter your bones, for patt pattin' me in the dome Learn this pattern-in we catch him at home, he wrong That's when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen Another dirty muthafuckas gone
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice And I'm poppin' the clip 'bout to fix this issue You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue
Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through You seen us on the ave ain't just to get you While my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you 'Cause I don't go no where without my pistol, pistol
Second round's on me Robbin', shootin', killin', murder Oh shit run Robbin', shootin', killin', murder
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