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Exit Wounds soundtrack lyrics The Lox---Bust Your Gun lyrics Thanks to Julie James for submitting the lyrics Feat. Styles Sheek shit is crazy.. can't believe it ha, haha, oooh, shit we don't give a fuck about you frostin' ya hand (fuck), cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man that's the kinda boss that I am (why not), and i'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van hollarin' at you so deep and so sick wit' the guns when I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up) so hold up for one minute (what) you won't catch me in the tub, in the whip, or the club without a gun in it, and don't come through the strip, lookin' hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin' daughter and ya son in it lately I been missin' my fred, the roof pop (too hot), but feel me cause he hittin' the stairs, the truth pop niggaz think this album cuts (haha!) i'm like fuck it, i'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em), and i'm takin' all drama, and I spent twenty thou' motherfucker so I just got more problems [chorus] you got'sta bust yo' gun, cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' touch yo' ones got'sta bend yo' knife, cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' change yo' life aiyyo, who gotta my name huh? who think it's a fuckin' game (c'mon) like yo' money can't be found under the cane (y'know) like yo' body can't be found under the trains like this punk we'll shatter apart your brain (bla!) i'ma thug wit' no scars, and no braids, but I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades i'm too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh) hate water, but I leave you wit' a wills play-back i don't give a fuck if all y'all go to the cops, and I don't give a fuck if none of y'all gimmie my props i got shit in my name and my credit is worse what's to stop me from shootin' you first? fuck you! (haha) i'm like tattoos, you forget that i'm there (uh-huh) to the gun fire perm your hair miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin' chair, through her back and it ain't stopin' there! [chorus] - 2x bounce my niggaz.. c'mon sheek and s.p., rock, rock on (c'mon) bust shots 'til your glock can't pop no more (hahaha) let it down 'til your top can't drop no more (uh-huh) hit you up 'til your spirit where the eagles fly (c'mon) talk to me, if you really come back then you'll die (c'mon) make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve no asthma, makin' it hard to breathe let's go, aiyyo styles take this motherfuckin' mic from me, c'mon aight.. aiyyo, p'll tell it like story, just like a narrator ya don't mean it, we snappin' it like the aligators open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean i hit ya man in the cheek wit' a barber blade, and i'm in the first floot at the (?) parade forty on the weights wit' a fifty on the garcarade always got the route, never had the heart to beg you ain't seein' shit 'til a slug rip a part'a head [chorus] - 4x Other Exit Wounds soundtrack lyrics: Iceberg---Dog 4 Life lyrics Mack 10 Money Millionaires---Steady Griding lyrics Memphis Bleek---1-2-3 lyrics Sincere F Timbaland---Party lyrics Trick Daddy---We Got lyrics Drag-On F Aja---Off Da Chain Daddy lyrics Lady Luck Featuring Redman---Hey Ladies lyrics Big Stan Featuring DMX---Walk With Me lyrics Nas---Gangsta Tears lyrics Black Child Ja Rule---State To State lyrics |