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[Intro]<br /> Trust the fucking shooter<br /> (DJ Pain 1)[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan<br /> Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land<br /> Long live the one truest<br /> Death to the one foolish<br /> Long live the one who ain't gon' say shit, he'll come [?] to you<br /> Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury<br /> Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> So many flows, so many flows, so many flows<br /> Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doors<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' Ruger<br /> The rabbit got the gun now, nigga<br /> Trust the fucking shooter[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Nigga I'm focussed like a motherfucker<br /> Niggas with me lookin' like a motherfucker<br /> Pencil barrels smoking like a motherfucker<br /> When we a rouge shit we chip and dale your whole clique<br /> We put you where you folks is<br /> Nigga shoutout to [?]<br /> And chiraq, I rock with the [?]<br /> On the car lot like keys please<br /> And anywhere you hope to be is hopeless<br /> Cause we in the posted like a motherfucker<br /> Shoot the funeral up, to the pull pit, podium<br /> Obiturary, smokin' like a motherfucker<br /> Y'all emotional gangsters, 2016 Emo G's<br /> Millinials, from the means streets of beefing through mean tweets, and emojis<br /> And Blogs<br /> Sleep on me, I'mma see it that you see more Z's<br /> When there's beef I don't call niggas<br /> Niggas call me and when they call, call the police<br /> If he ain't grow up with us, we a John Dome<br /> We [?] John Door a nigga quick<br /> Leave his frame tore up, shit<br /> Even John [?] even with [?] nigga<br /> But I ain't aim for it though<br /> Gun powder and coke [?]<br /> I Came into your home<br /> Aimin' 4-4's<br /> Even came I came in full clothes<br /> Death in the air got me laying mo-low<br /> You could play for protection<br /> Whoever you with disrespecting payin' for it, though<br /> The lord is my sheaperd<br /> All the people are my sheep<br /> Call me the anchor<br /> I came from the bottom<br /> I'm deep when I speak on the fathers reporting the evil I see<br /> I know what you thinking<br /> Here we go, another song about a nigga with a gun but it's not<br /> It's a song about a nigga who don't got a gun getting shot[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> So many flows, so many flows, so many flows<br /> Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> The rabbit got the gun now, nigga<br /> Trust the fucking shooter[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]<br /> Trust the fucking shooter<br /> For you back out make the moves<br /> Shit I've seen this happen a million<br /> Uh, right, long live all the hustlers that come and cop with straight cash<br /> Long live the plugs that show love, but still got class<br /> Death to the ones on the getting on their arm and still get the cash<br /> Long all the goons who get half just to find their ass<br /> Line your fast, you could never [?] rapidly<br /> Long nose, think sneeze at you<br /> You know a nigga sinus bad<br /> Ten nine, you never mind to rag<br /> I sit and wonder how much mind you had<br /> Long flight, had the time to lag<br /> I came from cross the road, to cross the globe<br /> To off the load, to get all types of bags<br /> Proceed<br /> You know when I go I OD<br /> Me and my Codeine<br /> Like [?] and AC<br /> Roll a Fonto<br /> Got the Bronco lit<br /> Uhh, four-fifth<br /> One four-fifth<br /> Seatbelt strap<br /> Eyes focussed[Refrain: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> Long live the one who got the gun in his hand with his own plan<br /> Long live the grown man with no gun but still he knows the land<br /> Long live the one truest<br /> Death to the one foolish<br /> Long live the one who ain't come say shit, he'll come [?] to you<br /> Death to the man who loves himself more than he loves his jury<br /> Long live the man who gon' be the street judge and the fucking jury<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> I don't give a fuck who he is, trust the fucking shooter[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]<br /> So many flows, so many flows, so many flows<br /> Niggas close so many souls, so many souls, so many doughs<br /> Nothing brings a nigga to his senses like a fucking bustin' [?]<br /> The rabbit got the gun now, nigga<br /> <br /> Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>