Testo Rifle - YTP
Testo della canzone Rifle (YTP), tratta dall'album Stop~Look~Listen
Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifle
You will give your rifle a girl's name
Because this is the only pussy, you people are going to get
Your days of finger banging
Old Mary Jane Rottencrouch
Through her pretty pink panties, are over
You are married to this piece
This weapon of iron and wood
And you will be faithful
Uh huh uh huh
Yea
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
Everybody wit me gangsta what
Rep yo set and throw it up
Still drunk and want more in my cup
Break it down and roll it up
Hold it down and live it up
R.I.P. Pimp C and pour it up
People say I wouldn't make it but so what
Trust, I bet I bust
It's a must, that I stay faithfull
Stable able not to graze you
Or to break you
But to make you
Girl, you know I'ma save you
Times two
What you wanna do?
It's just me and you
Take it to the next level
Glad you some metal
You should get a medal
Finger fuckin' you girl I gotta be careful
Iron and wood, feels so good
Get it understood
No carpet
I ride leather and wood
In yo hood
'Cuz I could
You just mad cuz you wish you could
Chi-Town east coast Hollywood
Trust none fear none misunderstood
But it's still all good 'cuz I'm still all good
If you superstitious then knock on wood
Rifle snipe you
'Cuz I don't like you
Never could I be Americans Idol
Now people telling me
I, wanna be like
But realize I am yo rival
Just like this
Never could you be
Just like me
YTP got Rizzi on the beats
And you know I let both of them thangs skeet
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
It's a shame how I bring the pain
How I make it rain
I confused you lame
I got the fame
But ain't much changed
I'm still the same
I'll remain the same, bang
Living life in the fast lane
Whats yo main purpose?
Is it worthless?
Are you helpless or hopeless?
Moody or bogus be cautious when ya nervous
I deserve this
Everything that I got won't stop
'Cuz I rock way more than hot
At the front door, don't you hear the knock?
And you know I pimp hoes in the parking lot
A round of applause, they asking what happen
That cromed out duck tape that gets to clappin'
My fingers is snappin
On the dice never crappin
My wings steady flappin
I'm grippin' and grabbin
The bitches I'm stabbing
Snitches I'm cappin
The beats I'm rapping
Money, I keep trappin
Baby mommas be jappin
The babies, be nappin
The trees I stay tappin
Never slackin in my mackin
No slippin' in my tippin
Only big pimpin like Mike without Pippen
No I'm not trippin
A lil drippin' when I'm sippin'
Stop look and listen not to mention cuz I'm dissin
Haters fakers 'cuz tricks end up missin
Back on a mission 'cuz I really gotta get it
If I don't then I'm really gon miss it
Shot to kill is the way I spit it
That's why I just say
Spit yo game
Talk yo shit
Grab yo gat
Call yo clique
When I grab my gun aka my dick
When I grab my rifle that's yo wig
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
Bullets don't kill people
People kill people
What does it equal?
Evil people
We as the people need to help our people
Be there for our people
'Cuz power in the people
Now listen, to what I have to say
People die everyday
From the Chi to LA
My rifle name bae
From New York to the Bay
She never have much to say and we don't play
No looks in the face but she stay by my waist
Close to my side even when we ride
On that drive (Lake Shore Drive)
Gettin' high
Observing everything as time goes by
I pray to a spirit and not to a sky
And my limit been way past the sky
Don't reach for the stars jump past the sky
To see ones soul, look in one eyes
No lies, tell ya within what lyes
A person that lies
I despise, chances and tries
I'm that guy to fly to where you at and say how I feel eye to eye
No lie
No sticks and stones 'cuz my words will make ya cry
No lie it's on 'cuz I said so
Now listen sit back and take off ya coat
Don't fuck up my cash-flow
If you do I'ma act an asshole If you really just wanna know
So feel this 'cuz it's the realist
So drop back be cool before you get hit
If niggas want you then you and yo fam is the ones they will get
So feel this, 'cuz it's the realist
It's real shit, ah ah
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
This my rifle
This my gun
This for real
And this for fun
When I lust trust I bust my gun
When I rush trust you better run
Credits
Writer(s): Yaphett Prophet
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