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trust the shooter - royce da 5'9" feat. smoke dza lyrics

trust the f-cking shooter
(dj pain 1)

long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
long live the one truest
death to the one foolish
long live the one who ain’t gon’ say sh-t, he just gon’ come b-mp into you
death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his f-cking jewelry
long live the man who gon’ be the street judge and the f-cking jury
nothing brings a n-gg- to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
i don’t give a f-ck who he is, trust the f-cking shooter

so many flows, so many flows, so many flows
n-gg-s close so many, so so many, so many doors
nothing brings a n-gg- to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
the rabbit got the gun now, n-gg-
trust the f-cking shooter

n-gg- i’m focused like a motherf-cker
n-gg-s with me loc’n’ like a motherf-cker
pencil barrels smoking like a motherf-cker
when we a rogue sh-t we chip and dale your whole clique
we put you where you folks is
n-gg- shoutout to gds
and chiraq, i rock with the d’s gs
on the car lot like keys please
and anywhere you hope to be is hopeless
cause we in the posted like a motherf-cker
shoot the funeral up, to the pulpit, podium
obiturary, smokin’ like a motherf-cker
y’all emotional gangsters, 2016 emo g’s
millennials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis
and blogs
sleep on me, i’mma see to it that you see more z’s
when there’s beef i don’t call n-gg-s
n-gg-s call me and when they call, call the police
if he ain’t grow up wit us
we’d john doe ’em
we john doe
a n-gg- quick
leave his frame tore up, sh-t
even jane doe her if she with him, jane doe a n-gg-‘s b-tch
but i ain’t aim for it though
gun powder and cocaine for my cane corso
i came into your home
open aimin’ 4-4’s
even though i came in full clothes
death in the air got me laying mo-low
you could pay for protection
whoever you with when you disrespecting payin’ for it, though
the lord is my shepherd
all the people is sheep
call me the anchor
i come from the bottom
i’m deep when i speak on the violence reporting the evil i see
i know what you thinking
here we go, another song about a n-gg- who got a gun but it’s not
it’s a song about a n-gg- who don’t got a gun getting shot

so many flows, so many flows, so many flows
n-gg-s close so many so so many so many doors
nothing brings a n-gg- to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
the rabbit got the gun now, n-gg-
trust the f-cking shooter

trust the f-cking shooter
for you back out make the moves
sh-t i’ve seen this happen a million times
uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash
long live the plugs that show love, but still got cl-ss
death to the ones get it on their arm and still get the cash
long live all the goons who get half just to find their -ss
line your fast, you could never minute rapidly
long nose, think sneeze at you
you know a n-gg- sinus bad
ten nine, you never mind to rag
i sit and wonder how much mind you had
long flight, had the time to lag
i came from cross the road, to cross the globe
to off the load, to get all kinds of bags
proceed
you know when i go i od
me and my co-d
like orenthal and ac
roll a fonto
got the bronco lit
uhh, four-fifth
one four-fifth
seatbelt strap
eyes focused

long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan
long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land
long live the one truest
death to the one foolish
long live the one who ain’t gon’ say sh-t, he’ll just gon’ come b-mp into you
death to the man who loves himself less than he loves his jewelry
long live the man who gon’ be the street judge and the f-cking jury
nothing brings a n-gg- to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
i don’t give a f-ck who he is, trust the f-cking shooter

so many flows, so many flows, so many flows
n-gg-s close so many, so so many, so many doors
nothing brings a n-gg- to his senses like a f-cking bustin’ ruger
the rabbit got the gun now, n-gg-

- royce da 59 feat smoke dza lyrics

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