Aikilu - Guns On Da Hip Lyrics

Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out

AK, .9's and .22's, I was raised by crime
That's what I do
This world is mine, so f*ck you
Give me all your ice, and nice jewels
When you hear me find you, you lose
You do or you die; now you choose
Yeah, that's my state of mind, now you move it

Got little kids killin' and preacher men stealin'
I make a million from hits of drug dealin'
I'm gonna make my gun blow
And I'm gonna sell blow
And I'm gonna let these hoes blow me 'til I've gone broke

Come around my way,
And that's your ass round,
And you're gonna have to pay
Before we gas ya, any day
This could be my last
So get my AK fast

Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out

Put bullets in your eyes, right now
I demand your respect or you die

What the f*ck did you expect, a nice guy?
Hell no, my life's a wreck, from drive-by's,
Stick-ups, bounced checks, and mama cries
I pull my .9, you hit the deck, or you fry
I'll kill you in the sand, that's no lie
Shrink your fingers feelin' to have your blood spillin'
No feelin', no spot chillin', my haters will be feelin'
I'll never see jail; I'd rather see Hell
And dance with the devil than be trapped in a cell
F*ck all these rats; I spit shells
I froze the gun clap when you fell
I always stay strapped; they know me well
In the streets they know how I act

Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out