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Dead Prez - The Pistol Lyrics

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  • We aint tryin to hear shit for what? (cash money)
  • We whole world operating off a (cash money)
  • To all my niggas with a whole lotta (cash money)
  • Watch yo back money
  • You couldnt neva understand how my mind tick
  • Im on some old school crime shit
  • When niggas sold twos to keep the dimes lit
  • Aint 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 Im dead and gone
  • Nobody wanna be broke and you neither
  • Put me on the cona, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
  • If you be poppin shit my niggas wont believe ya
  • Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
  • But son it gets deeper
  • Im runnin with a click thats bein hunted by the grim reaper
  • To all my peoples in the man keeper
  • Letcha situation be a teacher
  • Aint nothin like a education
  • When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedication
  • And not to say shit, unless you need a mother*****in face lift
  • And as a youth I was a outcast
  • Runnin around with pellot guns playin war but now its all about cash
  • Chorus:
  • Im caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
  • And I aint tryin to hear shit 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
  • Im caught up in a mix of shit
  • And I aint tryin to hear shit 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
  • Niggas comin up wet, Im dead up
  • ***** 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 Im straight up
  • Plenty bears for who aint here and those who ate up
  • Test and get sprayed up in the club
  • We couldnt run it so we take the blade up in the booth
  • Since we couldnt shoot
  • We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
  • Im blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less
  • The best that you can do is duck my *****in crew
  • If the slugs dont getcha, lord jll jig ya
  • Actin artificial youll get burnt my the pistol
  • Before its done, even my gunsll turn to missles
  • Dont 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 aint worth a cent
  • How can you represent, if you cant pay the rent
  • And leave a dent in my life time, Im caught up in trife crime
  • In fights you neva know what you might find
  • We stand firm meanwhile cuz niggas that seem wild
  • Be buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldnt ***** with pranks
  • I leave them niggas alone and stay home
  • Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool sound
  • Chorus
  • We aint tryin to hear shit for what? (cash money)
  • We whole world operating off a (cash money)
  • To all my niggas with a whole lotta (cash money)
  • Watch yo back money
  • Yeah, we up on what we dealing with
  • We aint 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 shit son
  • Forever keeping my shit *****ed for drama
  • Stainless steal, shit 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, niggas 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
  • Yall funny niggas 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, niggas heard the God holla
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