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Correct Guns And Butter Lyrics
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Harry Fraud
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Correct Guns And Butter
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He make my mama unhappy, we make his ass bleed On the real make him feel the steel Long as she happy, he got his life Won't be no strife And I hope his ass hear me too nigga I hear you Loud ass lil nigga yeah I hear you But them guns won't save you Words won't shield you Life worth less than a ten cent bullet Cause theres a box even the best get put in Arms cross in a suit that he prolly look good in In a yard full of graves you can fit a whole hood in Rifle on the dresser now your life is under pressure One clean head shot make the wall more messy You know nothin' bout that life youngin' I know this kid in an old school ride Daddy died youngin' got hit 6 times less than 100 Thats what happens when a hunter catch up with the hunted Guns, butter, pistols, powder, sticks, bricks Is you trill or coward? Make up your mind can't straddle that line Middle finger to the punk judge gavel in time Now what are the guns? The guns that's the real estate The stocks and bonds, art work You know shit that appreciates in value What's the butter? Cars, clothes jewelry, all the other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it That's what it's all about, guns and butter baby You little dumb motherfuckers Judges is blind Streets are watching eagerly talking Either gossip or tell police when freedom is offered You see where you heart is the deeper the chargers The steeper you are for a legal involvement Keep dirt far from home Feds will sweep your apartment Pardon me it's your mommas That's the first place they search when they bringin' the warrant Never sleep you be on the corner dreamin' of ballin' With no game plan risking you freedom for jordans Pay attention it cost less than paying a lawyer Takin' advice can hurt more than takin' an offer That came from the court full of racists Who judge us on basis of colour we graced with They hate us we slaves no longer Get your mind right and money right Keep your grass low, profile us [?] Don't flash your abundant life It's what you make it word to mother Survival of the fittest guns or butter You know the problem with you little niggas? You think you know everything about the damn world but you don't know shit I see you got yourself a little business going Well, that's good you make that paper But when you making paper you gotta learn some rules that go with it You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
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