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The Pistol (Maintain of Illegal Tendencies)

We ain't tryin to hear shit 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 moneyYou 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 its on

I represent mine til I return to the S and said I'm dead and gone

Nobody want to be broke and you neither

Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever

If you be poppin shit 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 that's 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 motherfuckin face lift

And as a youth I was a outcast

Runnin around with ?pelagons? playin war but now it's all about cashChorus:I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit

And I ain't tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get

Blast you with the pistol

If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfull

I'm caught up in a mix of shit

And I ain't tryin to hear shit til my got cash to get

Splash you with the pistol

If I have to, in my mind its all about cash in a fistfullUp late night and upset, and fed up

Niggas comin up wet, I'm dead up

Fuck tryin to your head up

And when it go down, word bond we gotta get up

Too many locked down upstate, son its 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 fuckin crew

If the slugs don't get'cha, lord J'll jig ya

Actin artificial you'll get burnt my the pistol

Before its done, even my guns'll turn to missles

Don't have to blow the whistle on you

'cause 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 'cause niggas that seem wild

Be buckin blanks, if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks

I leave them niggas alone and stay home

Unitl it cool down as they remember how my tool soundChorusWe ain't tryin to hear shit 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 moneyYeah, 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?

'cause our army gotta represent for us

Word up

Aiyyo, Maintain (Yeah)

Set that shit sonForever keeping my shit cocked for drama

Stainless steal, shit 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

Songwriters

CLAYTON GAVIN / LAVONNE ALFORD/ LORD JAMARPublished by

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