Tekst :
I m not an atheist
but I ll be an atheist for you
My holy brother,
you turn our temple into a tomb
I am no believer,
but I ll be faithful, I ll be true
Sweet little sister
To protect the seeds in your womb
I gave you my hand
but you handed me a gun.
Man, you taught me like a son.
I believe no longer in you
I do what I do
I ve lost your point of view
I believe no longer in you
Man, your children know it too.
Well, I m not a faschist
But I ll be a faschist for you
You re hollowed and radical
I ll break the spell of your taboos
I m not a colour
But I ll be any colour for you
Skinhead, redneck, clean cut, hick.
To rob you of the fear you made your rule.
I gave you my hand
Man, you handed me a gun
You drilled me like a son
I believe no longer in you
I do what I do
I ve lost your point of view
I believe no longer in you
Your children know it too
Tekst :
Hey
Get up
Get loud
Cuz im
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
It s the same old saying
That we don?t give a waste in time
Another way
Not so sure that we can find
My friend, my time
No one gets left behind
If they did it?d be a drag
That s why we say
Let the music start a revolution
Its time that we say
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now...
They get we get
Parents might not understand
How to come with out them, but that s what we do
Were all here
Let s go!
Gotta make this party go.
Up to the roof
The music?s gonna start a revolution
Together we can make it flow
Its time that we say
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now...
We don t have to play by numbers
Let our voice come out from under
Her we our come here the thunder
It?s time to lose control!
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now, party now, party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now...
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now
Hey
Get up
Get loud cuz i m
Pumpin up the party now...
Tekst :
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse One]
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brotha
And I ain t never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younga stomach
You niggaz better take side with young money, Cash Money
You ll get left in your ride crash dummy
I ll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist till my palms get bloody
Cuz I m a monsta man
I m gonna find you in my AP nine on jam
I m a rider you can t take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he stands
I m gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 2]
Twenty-two s, thirty-eight s, forty-four s, forty-five s
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you re sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak s, Uzi-machines
Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees
I am takin names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t s
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain t bullshitin
AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mista
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And umma have to sing you this song nigga
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
[Verse 3]
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
Shhh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe
Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee
Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left
Life is short enjoy what eva s left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I ll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate
I ll pop till your shit separate like eewww!
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year