The Pistol Lyrics by Dead Prez

The Pistol Lyrics

    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 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 its 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 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 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 motherfuckin 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 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 fistfull

    Up 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
    '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 fuck 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 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 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 shit son

    Forever 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


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