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[feat. Junior Reid] [Junior Reid:] You only got a few days more To get the guns you want at the gun store On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3 Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom [Lil Wayne:] Welcome to hell I let em burn Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back Hand gun they don't want no hand gun Tote a shotty with a bass drum Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come We die rich & young We die handsome and Me I never ran from another man son I take alot a shots xxxxx nigga and one SongtexteSo throw away them glocks I hope they prayin for ya You hear that chop now you sayin somethin [Junior Reid:] That's that rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom [Lil Wayne:] Murda she wrote nigga we loke You can get smoked like brand new dope Brand new scopes on old xxx guns from brand new beef If he play you cold you give him heat Play that roll get in them streets You pay that toll life ain't cheap The streets is watchin The streets can see what you can't see You ain't safe you ain't free You jus a target with teeth Ya'll niggas don't hear me Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly Now he only got one eye like the pyramid Bitch I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me They on my crash shootin down like a deer man Down down baby goin down like airtran Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man Because I'm already there man I'm sayin [Junior Reid:] You only got a few days more To get the guns you want at the gun store On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3 Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom [Lil Wayne:] Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers Niggas got problems niggas got business Niggas got children niggas got bitches Bitches got bitches I know xxxxxxx realer then you Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you Yeah nigga you ain't on shit Cut off a nigga head make him xxxx his own dick No he don't want that & he don't want this I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script Addicted to the chips commited to my clique Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips [Junior Reid:] That's that rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom You only got a few days more To get the guns you want at the gun store On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3 Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom Aus Songtexte Mania