LRC歌词
[ilingku:110]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Pistol Grip]
[ar:Field Mob]
[al:Light Poles And Pine Trees]
[by:]
[00:00.000]Pistol grip on the side of me
[00:00.000]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[00:00.000]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[00:00.000]Try me you'll bleed
[00:00.000]I let it rip empty the clip
[00:00.000]Run up you'll die in these streets
[00:19.880]Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
[00:22.050]Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme
[00:24.930]I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped
[00:27.110]In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
[00:29.790]So I'm packin my magnums
[00:31.660]In case I gotta blast one
[00:34.540]The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin
[00:37.090]You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy
[00:39.590]I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet
[00:41.770]He left dead came to take it brains eraded
[00:44.450]He bled red stains in pavement
[00:46.770]His crane split slain he lay stiff think about it
[00:49.630]Before you make that move this be ya warning
[00:51.950]He's ready to be squeezed like an orange
[00:53.750]Bullets penetrate ya （bleedin like menustration）
[00:56.380]I'ma empty out （more shells） than in （Run-D M C 's） closet
[01:00.180]I got my
[01:01.110]Pistol grip on the side of me
[01:03.230]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[01:07.600]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[01:11.470]Try me you'll bleed
[01:13.040]I let it rip empty the clip
[01:15.860]Run up you'll die in these streets
[01:18.230]I got my
[01:19.600]Pistol grip on the side of me
[01:22.530]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[01:27.400]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[01:31.090]Try me you'll bleed
[01:32.710]I let it rip empty the clip
[01:35.080]Run up you'll die in these streets
[01:37.400]Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
[01:40.880]You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil
[01:43.260]Starvin artist I paint a picture
[01:45.310]Way I （touch O's） everyday for me like a game of （Twister）
[01:48.800]Achievement say I'm a legend
[01:50.300]Ghetto b**ches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
[01:52.800]I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
[01:55.300]Like 2Pac in ＂I Ain't Mad At Cha＂ video
[01:58.230]Now start with me I'ma target ya click
[02:00.220]The （Scope） I got ain't the type you （gargle and spit）
[02:02.780]It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s
[02:05.600]Heat'll leave a enemy so cold
[02:06.970]Thirty feet away with one eye squinted
[02:09.410]You look like the man on the f**kin Public Enemy logo
[02:12.390]First ni**a start sh*t
[02:13.720]Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
[02:17.030]I got my
[02:17.960]Pistol grip on the side of me
[02:21.200]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[02:26.130]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[02:29.880]Try me you'll bleed
[02:31.440]I let it rip empty the clip
[02:33.870]Run up you'll die in these streets
[02:36.420]Shiit I'll die for mine you ain't gon take it wit ease
[02:39.860]You better go （jack monterey） for his （cheese）
[02:42.110]You run up on me in my 745 Beamer
[02:44.350]You catch 7 shots from my 45 eat em
[02:47.100]In my lap is where the heat's kept
[02:49.470]I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts
[02:51.600]When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head
[02:54.400]To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask
[02:56.830]It's no secret I keep the nina
[02:58.950]It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner
[03:01.570]I sell those pies I tell no lies
[03:03.890]Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
[03:06.070]You don't know no dirt
[03:08.000]I'll put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt
[03:11.530]Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects
[03:14.020]Bluck when I stop by
[03:15.830]I got my
[03:34.830]Pistol grip on the side of me
[03:38.820]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[03:45.190]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[03:47.870]Try me you'll bleed
[03:49.800]I let it rip empty the clip
[03:52.180]Run up you'll die in these streets
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Pistol Grip]
[ar:Field Mob]
[al:Light Poles And Pine Trees]
[by:]
[00:00.000]Pistol grip on the side of me
[00:00.000]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[00:00.000]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[00:00.000]Try me you'll bleed
[00:00.000]I let it rip empty the clip
[00:00.000]Run up you'll die in these streets
[00:19.880]Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
[00:22.050]Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme
[00:24.930]I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped
[00:27.110]In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
[00:29.790]So I'm packin my magnums
[00:31.660]In case I gotta blast one
[00:34.540]The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin
[00:37.090]You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy
[00:39.590]I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet
[00:41.770]He left dead came to take it brains eraded
[00:44.450]He bled red stains in pavement
[00:46.770]His crane split slain he lay stiff think about it
[00:49.630]Before you make that move this be ya warning
[00:51.950]He's ready to be squeezed like an orange
[00:53.750]Bullets penetrate ya （bleedin like menustration）
[00:56.380]I'ma empty out （more shells） than in （Run-D M C 's） closet
[01:00.180]I got my
[01:01.110]Pistol grip on the side of me
[01:03.230]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[01:07.600]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[01:11.470]Try me you'll bleed
[01:13.040]I let it rip empty the clip
[01:15.860]Run up you'll die in these streets
[01:18.230]I got my
[01:19.600]Pistol grip on the side of me
[01:22.530]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[01:27.400]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[01:31.090]Try me you'll bleed
[01:32.710]I let it rip empty the clip
[01:35.080]Run up you'll die in these streets
[01:37.400]Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
[01:40.880]You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil
[01:43.260]Starvin artist I paint a picture
[01:45.310]Way I （touch O's） everyday for me like a game of （Twister）
[01:48.800]Achievement say I'm a legend
[01:50.300]Ghetto b**ches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
[01:52.800]I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
[01:55.300]Like 2Pac in ＂I Ain't Mad At Cha＂ video
[01:58.230]Now start with me I'ma target ya click
[02:00.220]The （Scope） I got ain't the type you （gargle and spit）
[02:02.780]It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s
[02:05.600]Heat'll leave a enemy so cold
[02:06.970]Thirty feet away with one eye squinted
[02:09.410]You look like the man on the f**kin Public Enemy logo
[02:12.390]First ni**a start sh*t
[02:13.720]Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
[02:17.030]I got my
[02:17.960]Pistol grip on the side of me
[02:21.200]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[02:26.130]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[02:29.880]Try me you'll bleed
[02:31.440]I let it rip empty the clip
[02:33.870]Run up you'll die in these streets
[02:36.420]Shiit I'll die for mine you ain't gon take it wit ease
[02:39.860]You better go （jack monterey） for his （cheese）
[02:42.110]You run up on me in my 745 Beamer
[02:44.350]You catch 7 shots from my 45 eat em
[02:47.100]In my lap is where the heat's kept
[02:49.470]I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts
[02:51.600]When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head
[02:54.400]To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask
[02:56.830]It's no secret I keep the nina
[02:58.950]It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner
[03:01.570]I sell those pies I tell no lies
[03:03.890]Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
[03:06.070]You don't know no dirt
[03:08.000]I'll put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt
[03:11.530]Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects
[03:14.020]Bluck when I stop by
[03:15.830]I got my
[03:34.830]Pistol grip on the side of me
[03:38.820]And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
[03:45.190]I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
[03:47.870]Try me you'll bleed
[03:49.800]I let it rip empty the clip
[03:52.180]Run up you'll die in these streets
文本歌词
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me
Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme
I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped
In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me
So I'm packin my magnums
In case I gotta blast one
The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin
You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy
I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet
He left dead came to take it brains eraded
He bled red stains in pavement
His crane split slain he lay stiff think about it
Before you make that move this be ya warning
He's ready to be squeezed like an orange
Bullets penetrate ya （bleedin like menustration）
I'ma empty out （more shells） than in （Run-D M C 's） closet
I got my
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
I got my
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil
Starvin artist I paint a picture
Way I （touch O's） everyday for me like a game of （Twister）
Achievement say I'm a legend
Ghetto b**ches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in ＂I Ain't Mad At Cha＂ video
Now start with me I'ma target ya click
The （Scope） I got ain't the type you （gargle and spit）
It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s
Heat'll leave a enemy so cold
Thirty feet away with one eye squinted
You look like the man on the f**kin Public Enemy logo
First ni**a start sh*t
Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist
I got my
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
Shiit I'll die for mine you ain't gon take it wit ease
You better go （jack monterey） for his （cheese）
You run up on me in my 745 Beamer
You catch 7 shots from my 45 eat em
In my lap is where the heat's kept
I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts
When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head
To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask
It's no secret I keep the nina
It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner
I sell those pies I tell no lies
Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes
You don't know no dirt
I'll put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt
Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects
Bluck when I stop by
I got my
Pistol grip on the side of me
And ain't no b**ch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me
I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
