Four shots of blood Bernie gets his man Now he stands trial A criminal he's told But he got the satisfaction Of shooting his load
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his hand Four shots of blood Bernie gets his man Now he stands trial A criminal he's told But he got the satisfaction Of shooting his load
rob He goes to tell his family an his wife But an argument breaks out, she grabs a knife Tempers esculate to a total rage Shots burst out from a loaded
mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits like hoes skeezin Prostitutes that can't shoot
the truth Before one of these haters load up a couple shells and shoot This shit feel like when Fredro Starr was in Sunset Park Stuntin' hard in his yellow
like I used to Get wild if you choose to I ain't finna shoot, shoot End up head bump, bloody nose, loose tooth Whoop a nigga ass by his self or with
interchangeable Mastermind, blaze in the range, it's unexplainable Against The Grain, crown prince of the purple rain No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot
as a Denver man can be That's real One of them cowboys, and he starts to draw When I shot him down, Lord, but he never saw Shot me another, oh damn,
sat down and cried. I had the mark just as plain as day; which could not be denied. They say that cain caught abel rollin' loaded dice; Ace of spades behind his
sat down and cried I had the mark just as plain as day which could not be denied They say that Cain caught Abel rolling loaded dice, ace of spades behind his
Daddy sat down and cried I had the mark just as plain as day could not be denied They say that Cain caught Abel rollin' loaded dice Ace of Spades behind his
in order for him to survive, one day he must Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise 'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity
me Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for six blocks I sip shots
Your brother is deader than a phone machine With a bucket of green piss And I'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag So load up the gimmick
, love kills Sid never meant any harm, he shot some dope into his arm All he wanted was some fun, now she's lying in a pool of blood Always loaded,
barehanded, I'm done Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it Copper lettin' the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his
