Dead Prez

Dead Prez - The Pistol lyrics

We ain't tryin to hear shit for what? (cash money)<br>We whole world operating off a (cash money)<br>To all my niggas with a whole lotta (cash money)<br>Watch yo' back money<br><br>You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick<br>I'm on some old school crime shit<br>When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit<br>Ain't no rules when these iron shots are stoned dun<br>This heat burn through your flesh, stright to the bones<br>I reach for the buddha cess and zone<br>I probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone<br>But as far as the present time it's on<br>I represent mine til I return to the s and said I'm dead and gone<br>Nobody wanna be broke and you neither<br>Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever<br>If you be poppin shit my niggas won't believe ya<br>Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya<br>But son it gets deeper<br>I'm runnin with a click thats bein' hunted by the grim reaper<br>To all my peoples in the man keeper<br>Let'cha situation be a teacher<br>Ain't nothin like a education<br>When I was locked down I learned about patience and dedication<br>And not to say shit, unless you need a motherfuckin face lift<br>And as a youth I was a outcast<br>Runnin around with pellot guns playin war but now it's all about cash<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit<br>And I ain't tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get<br>Blast you with the pistol<br>If I have to, in my mind it's all about cash in a fistfull<br>I'm caught up in a mix of shit<br>And I ain't tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get<br>Splash you with the pistol<br>If I have to, in my mind it's all about cash in a fistfull<br><br>Up late night and upset, and fed up<br>Niggas comin up wet, I'm dead up<br>Fuck tryin to your head up<br>And when it go down, word bond we gotta get up<br>Too many locked down upstate, son it's a set up<br>My life has sped up, many years I'm straight up<br>Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up<br>Test and get sprayed up in the club<br>We couldn't run it so we take the blade up in the booth<br>Since we couldn't shoot<br>We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare chest<br>I'm blessed, puffin the skunk make me care less<br>The best that you can do is duck my fuckin crew<br>If the slugs don't get'cha, lord j'll jig ya<br>Actin artificial you'll get burnt my the pistol<br>Before it's done, even my guns'll turn to missles<br>Don't have to blow the whistle on you<br>'cuz everybody knows you<br>Watch yourself around borderline pyschos<br>Who know my people gotta hold a mint<br>Or they ain't worth a cent<br>How can you represent, if you can't pay the rent<br>And leave a dent in my life time, I'm caught up in trife crime<br>In fights you neva know what you might find<br>We stand firm meanwhile cuz niggas that seem wild<br>Be buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks<br>I leave them niggas alone and stay home<br>Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool sound<br><br>Chorus<br><br>We ain't tryin to hear shit for what? (cash money)<br>We whole world operating off a (cash money)<br>To all my niggas with a whole lotta (cash money)<br>Watch yo' back money<br><br>Yeah, we up on what we dealing with<br>We ain't no criminals<br>We got the right to have gats<br>As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats<br>We gon' hold heat, knamsayin? <br>'cuz our army gotta represent for us<br>Word up<br>Aiyyo, maintain (yeah)<br>Set that shit son<br><br>Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama<br>Stainless steal, shit is for real<br>The way these rats is known to squeal, makin' sour deals<br>Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble<br>Bricks and paper by the bundle how the bronx humble<br>? ? ? devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it<br>Stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted<br>Speak the desest, I see the pyramid and eagle<br>Back of the dollar bill, ill decitful, we consider leathal<br>God fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics<br>Two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating your fortress<br>This is on, we 'bout to form, best prepare for the storm<br>Y'all funny niggas quick to ring the alarm<br>Bomb fell, now a nation is gel<br>We had to dwell for four hundred or more<br>The lord had the right just livin poor<br>Resurrectin the true and livin back the power<br>Devils getiin devoured, niggas heard the God holla<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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