I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave
Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies
Now, nigga, it’s the prince
Without the sound of guns
Should come with me to get your salad tossed
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles
See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals
Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.
Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions
And they thought drugs were killing the youth (ha, ha, ha, ha)
The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
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