The Pistol (feat. Maintain of Illegal Tendencies) (feat. Maintain of Illegal Tendencies)

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Lyrics

We ain't 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 couldn't neva understand how my mind tick
 I'm on some old school crime shit
 When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit
 Ain't 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 I'm dead and gone
 Nobody wanna be broke and you neither
 Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
 If you be poppin shit my niggas won't believe ya
 Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
 But son it gets deeper
 I'm runnin with a click thats bein' hunted by the grim reaper
 To all my peoples in the man keeper
 Let'cha situation be a teacher
 Ain't nothin like a education
 When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedication
 And not to say shit, unless you need a motherfuckin face lift
 And as a youth I was a outcast
 Runnin around with pellot guns playin war but now it's all about cash
 Chorus:
 I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
 And I ain't 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
 I'm caught up in a mix of shit
 And I ain't 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, I'm dead up
 Fuck 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 I'm straight up
 Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up
 Test and get sprayed up in the club
 We couldn't run it so we take the blade up in the booth
 Since we couldn't shoot
 We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest
 I'm blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less
 The best that you can do is duck my fuckin crew
 If the slugs don't get'cha, lord J'll jig ya
 Actin artificial you'll get burnt my the pistol
 Before its done, even my guns'll turn to missles
 Don't 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 ain't worth a cent
 How can you represent, if you can't pay the rent
 And leave a dent in my life time, I'm 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 wouldn't fuck with pranks
 I leave them niggas alone and stay home
 Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool sound
 Chorus
 We ain't 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 ain't 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 cocked 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
 Ya'll 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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Duration
04:25
Key
7
Tempo
87 BPM

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