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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGuns Blazing (feat. Sly Pyper & Dr. Dre)
It's time to face the music (Oh)A stay of executionNo more distribution (The fuck you doin'?)You did this to meI'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streetsJust remember that you did this to yourselfYeah, you did it to yourselfNow, you gotta suffer the consequencesPack up the pack and swing it for the fences (Just remember that)Let's make one thing clear (Here)Here, my dearMy resolution this yearNo pollution, fresh airMy solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadassMile high club 'til I jеtlagRaw stink, flow, casinoAnd you're just like Ginger, wе knowSingle negro, I don't need you(Double standards and hypocrisy)And that fake can holder on Father's DayYou a different motherfucker when you not with meBeen sleepin' with the enemy, mockeryIt's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at meYes, I'm President of DebaucheryNone of that bullshit ever got to me'Cause your pillow, billow, dittoBreakin' this shit down little by littleI ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-pomsShoulda never let this dog out of the kennelWastin' time, debatin' 'boutWho I'm with when I'm not aroundJust don't forget who you fuckin' withWhen steppin' on hallow ground'Cause you did this to me (Yeah, I'm)Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streetsJust remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help)Now many times have I got burntAnd tried to act like I'm not hurt?Or take you back and we not workin'Like clockwork, this shit is agonyYou're draggin' me, Glocks burstJust remember, you draw'd first, toe taggin' meHo baggin' it, blowback you deserveGet the bows, axe, bitch, my soul's blackeningSo actually, this could've been a lot worse (Watch)I could've namedropped you in my verse (Yeah)But out of respect for your daughterI won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddlerDoes not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (Yeah)And good luck with the fatherBitch stuck with him now, ha, fuckin' HowardTo the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurseIt's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (Oh no)Guess I must have got wise, you will not slideJust 'cause you can makeup an on the spot lieI'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots firedHey Santa, I ain't cuttin' off tiesBitch, everything you own's in a box, byeGuess it's back to the trailer and pot piesHope I pull up to the window at PopeyesOne day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (You did this to me)A taste of your own medicine, you shedded skinYeah, you reptilian bitchOff of your knees (Yeah) , beggin' for forgivenessYeah, look at you, marry him again, bitchYou ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitchWe will never be together again, everAnd when you're in bed with him and wish you was with meJust remember thatYou did this to me (Yeah, I'm)Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (But you did)Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help)Remember that you did this to me (Michelle)Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Fuck around and make you famous)Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're)Wastin' time, debatin' 'boutWho I'm with when I'm not aroundJust don't forget who you fuckin' withWhen steppin' on hollow ground
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