Pistols, Power, Paper Lyrics
| Song | Pistols, Power, Paper |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Spiceberg Slim |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Spice One, Wino | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind | |
| You playa haters make a real nigga shine | |
| As we pop collars | |
| Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars | |
| We don't listen, hard-head-ass niggas | |
| Heated with choppers | |
| Can't tell me shit, or to talk to | |
| When I'm walkin with my niggas thru the crowd | |
| Talkin hella loud | |
| Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns | |
| Didn't search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1 | |
| You don't wanna see us | |
| Nigga you better roll with us | |
| We're ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us | |
| We're obitual criminals, take your punk-ass home | |
| Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on | |
| You can't ride with us | |
| You can't slide with us | |
| When you're actin like a bitch | |
| Terrified to bust | |
| '415' with us, too scared to die with us | |
| Red lights and street signs don't apply to us | |
| We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get | |
| Put a .45 slug in the back of your shit | |
| Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get | |
| Cause niggas gotta have balls 'n brains in this | |
| Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss | |
| I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships | |
| Smash and dip | |
| Peelin on ass and hips | |
| Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits | |
| We ain't fake nigga | |
| Surroundin myself with killers | |
| Know the best gun dealers in town | |
| Bring Impalas to the shoot out | |
| Puttin muthafuccas to sleep | |
| It's deep, I still keep a .44 under the seat | |
| You muthafuccas can't see me when I fade to black | |
| Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga | |
| (Chorus) 1x | |
| Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes? | |
| Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| (Hook) | |
| Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| I'm right behind ya | |
| I know you feel death in a room | |
| Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon | |
| I'm a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cash | |
| Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash | |
| G's don't last, will I die from a violent death | |
| Will I live til I'm 85 and die from sex | |
| This muthafucca is walkin 'round I wanna stop him from breathin | |
| As I dials his number he won't make it thru the weekend | |
| I came thru the door | |
| I said it before | |
| Put one in his dome | |
| He was dead before he hit the floor | |
| Cause a Thug Lord nigga is always hard | |
| Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card | |
| Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball | |
| Never slide before a bitch nigga is hidin from | |
| Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets | |
| Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga | |
| (Chorus) 2x | |
| Pimpin is Pussy-Poetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes? | |
| Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you ready to ride? |
| zuo ci : Spice One, Wino | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind | |
| You playa haters make a real nigga shine | |
| As we pop collars | |
| Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars | |
| We don' t listen, hardheadass niggas | |
| Heated with choppers | |
| Can' t tell me shit, or to talk to | |
| When I' m walkin with my niggas thru the crowd | |
| Talkin hella loud | |
| Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns | |
| Didn' t search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1 | |
| You don' t wanna see us | |
| Nigga you better roll with us | |
| We' re ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us | |
| We' re obitual criminals, take your punkass home | |
| Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on | |
| You can' t ride with us | |
| You can' t slide with us | |
| When you' re actin like a bitch | |
| Terrified to bust | |
| ' 415' with us, too scared to die with us | |
| Red lights and street signs don' t apply to us | |
| We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get | |
| Put a . 45 slug in the back of your shit | |
| Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get | |
| Cause niggas gotta have balls ' n brains in this | |
| Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss | |
| I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships | |
| Smash and dip | |
| Peelin on ass and hips | |
| Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits | |
| We ain' t fake nigga | |
| Surroundin myself with killers | |
| Know the best gun dealers in town | |
| Bring Impalas to the shoot out | |
| Puttin muthafuccas to sleep | |
| It' s deep, I still keep a . 44 under the seat | |
| You muthafuccas can' t see me when I fade to black | |
| Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga | |
| Chorus 1x | |
| Pimpin is PussyPoetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes? | |
| Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Hook | |
| Pimpin is PussyPoetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' m right behind ya | |
| I know you feel death in a room | |
| Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon | |
| I' m a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cash | |
| Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash | |
| G' s don' t last, will I die from a violent death | |
| Will I live til I' m 85 and die from sex | |
| This muthafucca is walkin ' round I wanna stop him from breathin | |
| As I dials his number he won' t make it thru the weekend | |
| I came thru the door | |
| I said it before | |
| Put one in his dome | |
| He was dead before he hit the floor | |
| Cause a Thug Lord nigga is always hard | |
| Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card | |
| Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball | |
| Never slide before a bitch nigga is hidin from | |
| Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets | |
| Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Pimpin is PussyPoetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes? | |
| Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you ready to ride? |
| zuò cí : Spice One, Wino | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I got so much trouble on my mind | |
| You playa haters make a real nigga shine | |
| As we pop collars | |
| Pimp slaps, I mash for dollars | |
| We don' t listen, hardheadass niggas | |
| Heated with choppers | |
| Can' t tell me shit, or to talk to | |
| When I' m walkin with my niggas thru the crowd | |
| Talkin hella loud | |
| Off that coke and rum, they let us in with our guns | |
| Didn' t search us at all, the made nigga Spice 1 | |
| You don' t wanna see us | |
| Nigga you better roll with us | |
| We' re ready to go to war when the Feds come to get us | |
| We' re obitual criminals, take your punkass home | |
| Tryna hang with street dawgs with a flee color on | |
| You can' t ride with us | |
| You can' t slide with us | |
| When you' re actin like a bitch | |
| Terrified to bust | |
| ' 415' with us, too scared to die with us | |
| Red lights and street signs don' t apply to us | |
| We brake the muthafuccin law every chance we get | |
| Put a . 45 slug in the back of your shit | |
| Now, how muthafuccin gangsta can you get | |
| Cause niggas gotta have balls ' n brains in this | |
| Game in this bitch niggas aim to miss | |
| I heat and sink dat muthafuccas battle ships | |
| Smash and dip | |
| Peelin on ass and hips | |
| Do a show, bitches in the crowd flash they tits | |
| We ain' t fake nigga | |
| Surroundin myself with killers | |
| Know the best gun dealers in town | |
| Bring Impalas to the shoot out | |
| Puttin muthafuccas to sleep | |
| It' s deep, I still keep a . 44 under the seat | |
| You muthafuccas can' t see me when I fade to black | |
| Paranoid, tryna find where the fuck out where you at nigga | |
| Chorus 1x | |
| Pimpin is PussyPoetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes? | |
| Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Hook | |
| Pimpin is PussyPoetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' m right behind ya | |
| I know you feel death in a room | |
| Military from the womb quick to be ghetto platoon | |
| I' m a blood thursty money hungry nigga for cash | |
| Ridin on enemies, smokin weed and hash | |
| G' s don' t last, will I die from a violent death | |
| Will I live til I' m 85 and die from sex | |
| This muthafucca is walkin ' round I wanna stop him from breathin | |
| As I dials his number he won' t make it thru the weekend | |
| I came thru the door | |
| I said it before | |
| Put one in his dome | |
| He was dead before he hit the floor | |
| Cause a Thug Lord nigga is always hard | |
| Come fuccin with us and we will pull your card | |
| Knowin nothin in life but to ride and ball | |
| Never slide before a bitch nigga is hidin from | |
| Under cars and bushes tryna dodge the bullets | |
| Still makin more mail than the rest of the pushers nigga | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Pimpin is PussyPoetry | |
| Pistols, Power and Paper | |
| Murderers, Money, Mayheim | |
| Million of skyscrapers | |
| Tell me do you see a killa when you look in my eyes? | |
| Can you tell a real nigga from a bitch in disguise? | |
| Is you ready to ride? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you scared to die? | |
| Is you ready to ride? |
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