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get my gun - bishop lamont lyrics

i’m a cl-ssy n-gg-

i got a sledgehammer for your answer
blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
you think that is an overreaction
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun

anybody else want to negotiate?

in the beginning i was humble
i don’t give a f-ck now
any n-gg- say some sh-t
automatic shutdown
a snap of my finger, i’ll snap your femur
i know i a proper cleanup service that will drop by and cleanup
blood and brains in the drapes, get vacuumed and steamed up
i’m married to the mob forever, baby no pre-nup
i’m talking big sh-t, yea, don’t it sound good?
i call shots homie and i don’t even run the hood
think i was put on, i ain’t even from no hood
g-ngb-nger don’t bang, my gun do the same thing
look good in red or blue, i never could choose between
that’s really probably why i ain’t never joined a gang
i’m too fashion savvy, indecisive, plus i’m happy
f-ck jail and i’m allergic to them hot sh-lls
grew up in it, tell you bout it like a bronx tale
i got a bone to pick, big as an ox tail

i got a sledgehammer for your answer
blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
you think that is an overreaction
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun

i’m so d-mn suave, yea so d-mn hood
i’m coroner west coast, god d-mn a n-gg- good
got a gun ain’t had to use it yet, knock knock on wood
if i pop this big sh-t, it’ll knock down redwoods
wish a n-gg- would, no i don’t. wish he wouldn’t
‘cause if he do his brains is goo, homie, jello puddin’
i’m no k!ller, no terminator
but if you push me, i’mma make a great impersonator
these n-gg-s ain’t sh-t and ain’t never gonna be sh-t
i’m on a yacht in c carters call me seasick
blondes and brunettes, i feed them sea d-ck
a n-gg- get popped, i ain’t see sh-t
love will get you k!lled, i can’t show no remorse
you rappers look like food, aqua team hunger force
so bon appet-te, i’ll pack a knife and a fork
a lot of rappers they eatin’, cali and new york

i got a sledgehammer for your answer
blowtorch from my cigarettes yea
you think that is an overreaction
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun
wait till i get my gun

no, no, don’t take your shirt off n-gg- we ain’ fighting
wait till i get this mo’f-ckin gun
n-gg- i have fun in jail
i love the apple sauce they have in jail
it’s not that bad

man i don’t even care no more
a n-gg- stay high wherever i go
either off weed, them pills, or some blow
looking for the party. where the b-tches? let’s roll
i got my gun, my gun, if a n-gg- wanna start some sh-t
mof-cker don’t run, don’t run, cause i’mma k!ll you and your b-tch

whoa whoa wait a minute hold the phone
in no shape or form have i ever condoned
k!lling somebody, him or his b-tch
unless he deserved it and she’s an ugly -ss b-tch
i’m crucial, yea so crucial
but so’s the whole world, best believe the feeling’s mutual
dog eat dog in kathmandu
f-ck it, i’m gonna eat like man vs food

n-gg- i’m senseless
i’m outta control n-gg-
if i get this gun n-gg- and you hear heads pop off
i’m popping n-gg-s
i’m popping babies
i’m popping b-tches
i don’t care
i have no standards
n-gg- i’m put a f-cking nipple on the end of a silencer and put it in a baby’s mouth

- bishop lamont lyrics

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