All these days that you tried to make me be make me be a part of thee Cant you see i never asked for it but still youre pushing me around like a hound
bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns
[Verse 1 - Trae] They like "Trae, where you been?", niggas actin like I ran away Hear not, bitch I'm still the king, check the resume Asshole til they
? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We
bloody red What's said in the book of dead is now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-
died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here
' game To the end, nigga, I'm tryin' to make the loot loop I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish you'd quit callin' me that Although I still pack straps
Just like life, guns and roses Life is all about guns and roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, guns and roses More guns
soul so I ride alone I keep my eyes in my rear-view ridin' home See, I'm ready for whatever, understand me Any situation, whatever the Lord hand me We pull guns
We don't own this place, though we act as if we did It's a loan from the children of our children's kids The actual owners haven't even been born yet
earth watchin' your own murder reoccur For ever struggle, every strip and every ghetto For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal For every child that's born
Thugs-N-Harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish Niggas still down with the thug shit Buck, buck, bust, let 'em know we still run this bitch Just
was going through a world of stress Never knew that I was born for death, may God bless My pops died when I was thirteen, I'm still tripping Forget living
Let the revolver solve it Evolve in this evolution We shootin and pollutin [chorus - fatal] Pass the heat And let me wave it in the air (air) Guns bust
best to be go-one! Left his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin
as I'm the dealer What you feelin', sure you want some I brought my slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby
your gun Terror Squad leader, come down When I was young I blazed the corner with a vengeance Crack king descendant, 14 years old facin' a sentence Me and Tone Soul still
underestimate me I beg your pardon If y'all ain't had guns I probably wouldn't of brought my squadron But unfortunately it's that war outside And I still
