The Pistol lyrics

Artist  : Dead Prez 
Song : The Pistol



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 We ain’t tryin to hear sh*t for what? (cash
money)
We whole world operating off a (cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta (cash money)
Watch yo’ back money

You couldn’t neva understand how my mind tick
I’m on some old school crime shit
When niggas sold two’s to keep the dimes lit
Ain’t no rules when these iron shots are stoned
dun
This heat burn through your flesh, stright to the
bones
I reach for the buddha cess and zone
I probably have a future of stress, stay
depressed and be alone
But as far as the present time it’s on
I represent mine til I return to the s and said
I’m dead and gone
Nobody wanna be broke and you neither
Put me on the co’na, watch me catch a quick
case of cream fever
If you be poppin sh*t my niggas won’t believe
ya
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet
when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I’m runnin with a click thats bein’ hunted by
the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let’cha situation be a teacher
Ain’t nothin like a education
When I was locked down I learned about patience
and dedication
And not to say shit, unless you need a
motherf**kin face lift
And as a youth I was a outcast
Runnin around with pellot guns playin war but now
it’s all about cash

Chorus:

I’m caught up, caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain’t tryin to hear sh*t til my got cash
to get
Blast you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind it’s all about cash in
a fistfull
I’m caught up in a mix of shit
And I ain’t tryin to hear sh*t til my got cash
to get
Splash you with the pistol
If I have to, in my mind it’s all about cash in
a fistfull

Up late night and upset, and fed up
Niggas comin up wet, I’m dead up
f**k tryin to your head up
And when it go down, word bond we gotta get up
Too many locked down upstate, son it’s a set
up
My life has sped up, many years I’m straight
up
Plenty bears for who ain’t here and those who
ate up
Test and get sprayed up in the club
We couldn’t run it so we take the blade up in
the booth
Since we couldn’t shoot
We heat it up, losin the shirt, showin the bare
chest
I’m blessed, puffin the skunk make me care
less
The best that you can do is duck my f**kin crew
If the slugs don’t get’cha, lord j’ll jig
ya
Actin artificial you’ll get burnt my the
pistol
Before it’s done, even my guns’ll turn to
missles
Don’t have to blow the whistle on you
’cuz everybody knows you
Watch yourself around borderline pyschos
Who know my people gotta hold a mint
Or they ain’t worth a cent
How can you represent, if you can’t pay the
rent
And leave a dent in my life time, I’m caught up
in trife crime
In fights you neva know what you might find
We stand firm meanwhile cuz niggas that seem
wild
Be buckin blanks, if they were men they
wouldn’t f**k with pranks
I leave them niggas alone and stay home
Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool
sound

Chorus

We ain’t tryin to hear sh*t for what? (cash
money)
We whole world operating off a (cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lotta (cash money)
Watch yo’ back money

Yeah, we up on what we dealing with
We ain’t no criminals
We got the right to have gats
As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got
gats
We gon’ hold heat, knamsayin? 
’cuz our army gotta represent for us
Word up
Aiyyo, maintain (yeah)
Set that sh*t son

Forever keeping my sh*t cocked for drama
Stainless steal, sh*t is for real
The way these rats is known to squeal, makin’
sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in
the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the bronx
humble
? ? ? devils get deaded, never regret it, only
known to set it
Stealin existence obviuosly ya jetted
Speak the desest, I see the pyramid and eagle
Back of the dollar bill, ill decitful, we
consider leathal
God fallin, niggas be ballin, guzzlin alcoholics
Two drinks, too many is like whitey infulltrating
your fortress
This is on, we ’bout to form, best prepare for
the storm
Ya’ll funny niggas quick to ring the alarm
Bomb fell, now a nation is gel
We had to dwell for four hundred or more
The lord had the right just livin poor
Resurrectin the true and livin back the power
Devils getiin devoured, niggas heard the God
holla


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