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Pistol, grip, pump in his palm Fully loaded, he might dump He might slump ya for that slab Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace Only love, it's the streets When you're raised in the jungle, do ya moves like a beast You know the gun go click pow pow Sit down, child And let me teach you a lesson He who oversees the blessings Specialize in repossessions Be cautious when you use discretion 'Cause you'll never know If your position ain't near the sun then you'll never grow It's hard to get things through your head if it's never combed My popo used to tell me often I should never loan A penny to a thief, or a dime to a liar Be careful when you speak, keep in mind that the fire Usually comes out of the mouth of a dragon So when you feel yourself spazzin' Just keep in mind that you are the sole supplier Of the heat that those around you feel Tell them folks that hold you down that you won't drown with gills If frowns could kill we'd all be dead, how they look at us But we'd forever battle while they just come at us with the Letras de canciones Pistol, grip, pump in his palm Fully loaded, he might dump He might slump ya for that slab Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace Only love, it's the streets When you're raised in the jungle, do ya moves like a beast (Cyhi) I hotbox going five knots down a opp block 'Bout to do a carwash on the droptop Gone in sixty seconds 'till they pull a potluck On the stopwatch First you do the drive-by then do the chop-chop Gosh, Josh, just a kid who was a hotshot [?] it go pow pow A robbery got botched and he got got They drew down on this whole street like it's hopscotch Like zucchini, there are just some things we can't squash I got the same information that the cops got Heard when he got shot that a Glock dropped Uh, and it was fully loaded, how you know it 'Cause my little broadie asked it could he hold it Told him if he tote it I don't know it so we better throw it 'Cause I had to report it stolen, said this killer had a Pistol, grip, pump in his palm Fully loaded, he might dump He might slump ya for that slab Candy-coated, he at war, but got peace Only love, it's the streets When you're raised in the jungle, do ya moves like a beast From Letras Mania