Texty:
Ak 47

I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it 'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic Old material bitch Gold-digging for them tender dicks A real nigga

[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,

[Old lady (girl)] Hello (Hello um.. is Tony home) No Tony ain't here baby he not here (Oh, he ain't their well can u give him a message) Yeah what u want

[Verse 1: Money Mark] It's hard for a nigga just to breathe in the streets Let alone trying to make cheese in the streets Nigga's bleeding in the streets

[Trick Daddy] 'Posed to be... Land of the free I don't see how Count me in Uh America Oh America Ha-ha-ha America (America) Sweet land of liberty y'all

nuts in ya mouth, eats nigga Aint no click like this one That'll make a jealous nigga wanna get a big gun But it's too late cause we gon', my dawgs got tha AK

those decadent war swans, with faces half drawn, slinging blood soaked carols at the slave ship sun. huge gold ak-47! huge gold ak-47! c'mon, its

I have always been a few steps behind Just close enough to see the green in your eyes The way the music plays Or how there is always something in the

AK47 [x4] Nigga Bounce, bounce, bounce Lay it down nigga Boom, Boom, Boom Clear the room [x3] Nigga thought it was a game until he said he want to beef