Gaylord
Twenty seven sixteen ea
For the ones that don't know
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
Man I miss my uncle (Marvin)
Lord knows I really miss ya (I do)
Cried so hard I couldn't even wipe my tears away with no tissue (Damn)
If I wasn't locked up I would've popped up
At the icebox with my issue (I would)
Give a nigga a whole magazine
Talking 'bout with no picture
Somebody got 'em
Nigga somebody shot 'em dead in the head it was not me (I ain't do It)
I'd told the whole ig
Hit another state ot
No ID nigga
I'm from the streets of Southwest (Sou-sou-Southwest)
No other city can contest (Can contest)
Where the bullets fly they don't rest (Don't rest)
Nigga better keep on yo' vest (Keep yo' vest)
Identity's been mistaken
Innocent get shot and never make It
We were told to fake it till you make it
From the cradle down to the basement
Ain't no witnesses or motivation
For the situation altercations
When you headed out late at night
Ya better keep your pistol registration
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
And like that man
That shit come back to you
It comes to hunt you
You do dirt you dish dirt you get dirt back
Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth
Life for a life
Rest in paradise
Roc
For the ones that don't know
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
Man I miss my uncle (Marvin)
Lord knows I really miss ya (I do)
Cried so hard I couldn't even wipe my tears away with no tissue (Damn)
If I wasn't locked up I would've popped up
At the icebox with my issue (I would)
Give a nigga a whole magazine
Talking 'bout with no picture
Somebody got 'em
Nigga somebody shot 'em dead in the head it was not me (I ain't do It)
I'd told the whole ig
Hit another state ot
No ID nigga
I'm from the streets of Southwest (Sou-sou-Southwest)
No other city can contest (Can contest)
Where the bullets fly they don't rest (Don't rest)
Nigga better keep on yo' vest (Keep yo' vest)
Identity's been mistaken
Innocent get shot and never make It
We were told to fake it till you make it
From the cradle down to the basement
Ain't no witnesses or motivation
For the situation altercations
When you headed out late at night
Ya better keep your pistol registration
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
I'ma get mine when I take yours
They don't really love you 'cause they hate yours
I will never let a nigga take mine
Do a nigga dirty like a day chore
Said put 'em in the ground like a land mine
Tombstone looking like a headboard
Cut 'em up in little bitty pieces
Send him to his momma in a gaylord
And like that man
That shit come back to you
It comes to hunt you
You do dirt you dish dirt you get dirt back
Eye for an eye
Tooth for a tooth
Life for a life
Rest in paradise
Roc
Credits
Writer(s): Electric Avalanche
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