Song Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Lezter, you going crazy)

I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
Cannot take niggas seriously
I'm still posted up on my boulevard
Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felony
Send a hundred shots through your car
New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
Look what the streets done did to me
Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
Can't trust nobody, might bulletproof all my cars

Can't trust nobody, swing the stick like a guitar
Run up on me, I'ma send his ass to Allah
Run up on me, he dead and that's on God, nigga
I was up a hundred K, still tryna rob niggas
They ain't wanna see me eat, so I'ma starve niggas
Twenty six, thirteen six, I came with mop niggas
I got ties, ain't tellin' no lies
Still pop that guy for the other side
Took a nigga life, and he still ain't slide
Still ain't ride even though died, ayy, ayy
He said it's beef, and we left him fried, broad day
His partners traumatized, tear up in they mama's eyes
Up the rate on the homicide, made the news, got televised

I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
Cannot take niggas seriously
I'm still posted up on my boulevard
Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felony
Send a hundred shots through your car
New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
Look what the streets done did to me
Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
Can't trust nobody, might bulletproof all my cars

Me and Jackboy on some soldier shit
That pressure hit, I bet blow this bitch
I bet I get who I'm supposed to get
We can't speak on no one but us
I can't vouch for no one but me
Play and we gon' smoke 'em like Runtz
Throw him in the dirt like a seed
Ayy, where I'm from gotta clutch your heater
Grew up so fast I could've fucked my teacher (real shit, ayy)
Killers 'round me, but I gotta strap myself 'cause I don't trust them either
Sometimes yo' people ain't yo' people, you hear me?
I tried to move my grann,y she don't wanna leave her block
So I can't go and visit grandma without a few hunnid shots
Without a few hunnid Glocks
Please don't think we bought the box
Please don't think you that you gon' f*ck with me or mines and don't get popped nigga

I'm married to my enemies, 'til death do us apart
When I shoot, I hope I shoot right through your heart
Cannot take niggas seriously
I'm still posted up on my boulevard
Run up on me, I'ma pop you with this rod
Might catch another felony
Send a hundred shots through your car
New opp pack, roll him up in my cigar
Look what the streets done did to me
Got me thinkin' that the world flawed
Can't trust nobody, might bulletproof all my cars

Terry Wallace, Pierre Delince, Thomas Horton