[Intro: Huey Newton]
We are advocates of the abolition of war, we do not want war, but war can only be abolished through war. And in order to get rid of the gun, we find it necessary to take up the gun. So the first thing is not to disarm the victim, but to disarm the aggressor. Disarm the person who is first causing the violent incidents
[Verse 1]
Warnin' you, move wisely
All of my shootas 50/40/90, ayy
I put a price on a mark
Homies was sellin' that Reggie
They movin' up flippin' Birds
Shotty got kick like it's Nash
Shoot with one leg like I'm Dirk
Heard you niggas got mob ties
One hand on the piece and thе other on the curly fries
Wholе bando messed up
Red on the white tee, don’t know if it's blood or ketchup
Got snatched by the feds and they got to his head
Paid back with Popeyes
That was his last meal, blood spilled
Lived by the fry and he died by the french fries
That’s tragic
Nemesis tryna do business
He told me my hittas do way too much damage
Put 50k in the Benz to atone for his sins
Nigga thought I was Catholic
I put the skull of my opps
On a T-Pain chain, little nigga that’s fashion
Showed up to court with the bling
But I'm still finna sing
“I don't know what happened”
Know you don’t get into that
Know you as the diplomat
Know you as the type to kill 'em softly like a Democrat
Tried to go full metal when you
Couldn’t bring ya homie back
Went and grabbed that Nina
But you tuck her when they shootin' (ayy)
We are advocates of the abolition of war, we do not want war, but war can only be abolished through war. And in order to get rid of the gun, we find it necessary to take up the gun. So the first thing is not to disarm the victim, but to disarm the aggressor. Disarm the person who is first causing the violent incidents
[Verse 1]
Warnin' you, move wisely
All of my shootas 50/40/90, ayy
I put a price on a mark
Homies was sellin' that Reggie
They movin' up flippin' Birds
Shotty got kick like it's Nash
Shoot with one leg like I'm Dirk
Heard you niggas got mob ties
One hand on the piece and thе other on the curly fries
Wholе bando messed up
Red on the white tee, don’t know if it's blood or ketchup
Got snatched by the feds and they got to his head
Paid back with Popeyes
That was his last meal, blood spilled
Lived by the fry and he died by the french fries
That’s tragic
Nemesis tryna do business
He told me my hittas do way too much damage
Put 50k in the Benz to atone for his sins
Nigga thought I was Catholic
I put the skull of my opps
On a T-Pain chain, little nigga that’s fashion
Showed up to court with the bling
But I'm still finna sing
“I don't know what happened”
Know you don’t get into that
Know you as the diplomat
Know you as the type to kill 'em softly like a Democrat
Tried to go full metal when you
Couldn’t bring ya homie back
Went and grabbed that Nina
But you tuck her when they shootin' (ayy)
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