Letra de M16 de Z-RoLetras de Canciones

Letra 'M16'

[Hook]
M16, I m reloading my magazine
And I will murder, ever bumber clot run
Keep my hand, on my gun whoa

[Trae]
I don t think they want the beef, cause these type of problems ain t
fin to go away
These friends I m packing with me, remind ya don t ever fuck with Trae
And if these bitches get up in you, ain t no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away
I still post up, and let niggaz know I don t bar a thang
I m gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch I make it rain
And it ain t nothing that can stop it, I promise you that
I put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat Pat
Now if they really want it, these niggaz gon have to get it
I m trying to put something on your mind, just so you don t forget it
My M16, will be the reason niggaz take a loss
When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch ll rearrange your house
The shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWAT
But even what they got, will give it up cause these bullets be hot
I m like original roster, who wanna run with me
Cause what I m bringing out, don t think they wanna fuck with me

[Hook]

[P.O.P.]
I keep a heater, but I m known for my murder 16 s
Killer speaker killer beats, so I murder 16 s
So they M16 s, tote a M16
I call it my bodyguard, cause they instance mean
In the streets of the city, it ain t no love
Them boys ll fuck you quick, without no glove
I m riding, in haters road blocks
Them jackers don t stop, they ll blaze your whole spot
So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock
And them Orville Redenbach glocks, is on pop
So P.O.P., I will P-O-P
Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on me
In the H to the T-X, you better pray or be X d
They don t play you ll be next, you better raise your protection
Yes son, and just to see another day it s a blessing
So I keep a weapon, my

[Hook]

[Z-Ro]
Is it me glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Is it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nope
Me M16, taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine
Me people don t even play me close, cause them don t know me
Me don t want no company, me kick it with me lonely
And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me
But my grandmother didn t raise a killer, she raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking
Made me crazy, that s why I got no love for nobody lately
And I told y all once before, none of my weapons have a safety
Ru-run up on me once, I ma beat your ass down
Ru-run up on me twice, I ma heat your ass down
Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now
Rest in peace, I m the king of the streets yeah

[Hook - 2x]