Tekster:
Stick To Your Guns No Cover

ll be a light - count our blessings NO COVER showered in life's warmth THE REST TO SUFFER we are fortunate enough to make a choice COUNT OUR BLESSINGS no cover

We gon' pick you up when ya flight land, we in a tight jam Me and Diddy fam sorta like his right hand I touch down like two-thirty If I was on you, your

, you oughta keep your mouth shut Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you my niggas We D-Block niggas, we don't play games We just hit you in your frame

cause I'm soft (Baby you got it) So baby take it off take it off (Baby you got it) Your body make me pull off the trigger, Redman [Redman] Here comes the stick

strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your

be rich And keep this in your mind, rats lay in a ditch with no spine Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game Cheers, they all know your name,

be rich And keep this in your mind, rats lay in a ditch with no spine Don't ever forget that golden rule in the game Cheers, they all know your name,

hook nigga and you can't replace the late great one and when your gone you'll only be the late fake one nigga please stick the script before the guns stick

crew will stomp you to death Wearin' cleats until you look like a waffle, I won the battle The first nigga to ever get the cover of "The Source" And the cover of "Guns