the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where
the rap rule again yo, yo Street, Meth, we ride like AC and OJ (That niggaz crazy!) I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link I carrys the heaterz
it started Yeah, yeah, violater the album Go, go, go!! [l boogie] This is for my mob and my thug niggas Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club
't carryin' our heat [styles paniro] And we don't like holdin' nothing But we carry a beat Hopin' them stay strong [jadakiss] And they can carry the grieve
The best thing you know is the spots to find weed Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling Sunz of man, uk keep it bubbling We come to clubs,
Queen's got a GUN!!!" Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun! Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen's got a gun! Debbie's smiling, and wiping her gun
a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I'm movin so much cash and cream in the club And dont
mma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller Yeah, we drinking Patron and, put your number in my phone and Ain't trying to take you home and, we partying to the
Ferocious, closest Nigga walkin behind you with a dosage Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers The grim reaper dipped in all black like folgers Packing four heaters and carrying
Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. Home
that could bite my style, because it always change You hold me down, I'm still gon' reign Got popped in the back of the dome Went home, came back, put
home and I don't trust nann nigga My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club Nigga
no mercy, with Frank Nitty who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger Death messenger, known to carry
get it crunk in the club, niggaz get drunk in the club When I perform me a hoe, niggaz get jumped in the club But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no
Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggaz crazy!) I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link I carry's the Heaterz, always Small timers, get
it started Yeah, yeah, Violater the album Go, go, go!! [L Boogie] This is for my mob and my thug niggas Ruff ryder bug niggas, Def Jam website violate the club
their faces there bear world relations of mothers that carry the pain of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun
Gun Club/Jeffrey Lee Pierce Come down to the willow garden with me Come go with me Come go and see Although I've howled across fields and my eyes turned