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I feel sorry for your mom motherfucker, you a waste When I say that you're my dog, I mean a muzzle in your face The streets and the dean have me struggling with faith The guns mad big like Mutombo on the waist I'm a a gorilla God, jungle is my habitat Murder many infidel, Yasser Arafat How you wanna talk shit and tuck your chain after that Infrared beam green aim it where your cabbage at Dirty money lord you can check the back plate Run up on his ras clot, show him how the gat tastes It's a million motherfuckers in the rat race I ain't part of that god, y'all can get the gas face Fuck all fakes, see you at Allah gates All my dogs gonna swarm on you like raw steaks Pies and jumbs, I'mma let 'em all bake And Vinnie he in rapping good hands like Allstate It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em Songtexte I'm always trying to break bread Always trying to take the fucking crown so I can take heads Underground rappers, more bummier than bass heads Head-shots leave y'all Planet of the Apes dead Jeff Chandler, I'mma let them hands fly Just in case Vinnie keep shooters on standby Anybody told you any different it's a damn lie You ain't really beef, real beef get pan-fried I be in Japan high, y'all be on some stupid shit Philly streets, motherfuckers cross you like a crucifix It's Allah, I'mma be alive like Busilvex Four pound, break your chest up like Mucinex Dead cause I said so, I'mma let the TEC blow Fiends lined up like an Air Jordan retro Ill from the get-go, I just caught a homi The bullets pierce kevlar, hotter than wasabi It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em It's the storm without the calm, a pistol in my palm It's the blood being drawn from your body on this song It's the life that I'm living, no fucks that I'm giving It's a murder scene, tell the fucking ambulance to get 'em Official Pistol Gang Aus Songtexte Mania