XIII: Still Walking Around wit Two Nines

lord willin

Got love for guns and caine, let nothin’ come between us
You mistook me for a rapper, huh
Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can’t carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw, bitch, I’m liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world, ’til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight rattle ya shit
And I leave it to y’all, to freestyle and battle and shit
That’s not me, I’m more at home wit the chrome
Or at play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I’m gone

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