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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Make Way (feat. Fat Joe & Lil' Wayne) |
| Album: | 5 * Stunna | Genres: | Rap |
| Year: | 2007 |
Length: | 343 sec |
Lyrics:
Eh see me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lickle shots sprayed for me say me make way, me make way Ah oh no, me flow so dark and 'em hat so low Me never ever ask to become so low Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so poor (Me come and say) Eh see me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lickle shots sprayed for me say me make way, me make way Ah oh no, me flow so dark and 'em hat so low Me never ever ask to become so low Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so poor Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man Shame what the MAC will do, K's spit faster I make a ass of you, save the theatrics Watch like a quarter mill', chain like double that I ain't got to talk about the half up in the duffle bag Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we nigga rich I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touch me Pray and pray for my downfall, big said it So I made it rain 'til it poured Speak from the heart, this emotional rap Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that Crack! A G what the streets done made me And the only language I speak is fuck you pay me Bitch Eh see me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lickle shots sprayed for me say me make way, me make way Ah oh no, me flow so dark and 'em hat so low Me never ever ask to become so low Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so poor Say pardon, bad man no take pardon gunshot army them make back up A man no fear no man, man no fear no one Man a real islam man a get job done A me no hear them talk, we be heat in the car Respect a soldier, I'm in the middle of war Me a Babylon gangster, Hollygroove monster You don't look familiar, roofers them kill you Gun shots show we could have opened up the tool box and drill you Chop up your body and let the mailman will mail you Preaching to them, your going to need the Almighty One to heal you And meet me in a jungle with them lions and me killer Eh see me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lickle shots sprayed for me say me make way, me make way Ah oh no, me flow so dark and 'em hat so low Me never ever ask to become so low Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so poor
Gangster, gangster, that's what we yelling Shoot him in his head and let his bitch go and tell them We in the hood, getting money, we swelling Bigger than life, you know it's a cheaper price Bigger in stripes, you know that we doin it tonight We getting it right, we planning to hit, then flight We know the rules nigga, live by none Get it by none, bitch I kill for my son Gangsters don't live that long That's why we got to party everyday like Frank came home And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning To walk up in a church and believe the sermon But instead I spoke up and relieve the burning Hoping that He understands my reasons for it Naw, I ain't evil, I'm equal And nigga I ain't sweet, motherfucker I'm diesel And when we come them say Eh see me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lickle shots sprayed for me say me make way, me make way Ah oh no, me flow so dark and 'em hat so low Me never ever ask to become so low Now me head so hot, and me dreads so cold Me so poor
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