Pistol Lyrics

[Bun B:]
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

[Tobe Nwigwe:]
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

[Bun B:]
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 The Prynce:]
(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 me 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

[Bun B:]
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

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