“The Pistol” Dead Prez ​dead prez

[Hook]

We ain't trying to hear shit but what? (Cash money)
The whole world operating off of (Cash money)
To all my niggas with a whole lot of (Cash money)
Watch yo' back money

[Verse 1]

You couldn't never 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, straight 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 essence and I'm dead and gone
Put me on the corner, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever
If you be popping 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 running with a click that's being hunted by the grim reaper
To all my peoples in the man keeper
Let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like a education