Uptown - Columbine Lyrics

So many guns that I can turn your block to columbine T-T-G-U niggas tank Tyrese and Ginuwine
Slick dissers, I don't pay that shit, no nevermind
These bullets leave a nigga dancing, call it hammer time
So who you know and who you get, that shit don't even matter

I'm Sammy Sosa with these sticks and you an average batter
Incredible hulk inside these swishers, call it David Banner
And you gon' thank my cousin Thor, cause all he know is hammers
I'll turn a quiet strip into a murder scene

And leave a nigga body stretched just like a balance beam
I got a dog selling food, he can sniff a fiend
My other dog selling ice, tryna get all the cream
F*ck a nigga bitch once and they get sentimental

You cross my path when we beef, it's not coincidental
I'm all in black, one deep inside that continental
A knock the words from out your head and leave you instrumental
Out in Gainesville, Florida to the Carolinas

You can claim to be a creature, I'm an anaconda
My O.T.S. He don't speak English, he's from Tijuana
I stomp a pussy, turn my forces into red bottoms
Donnie Brasco and bitch, I'm the son of Sam

My white bitch got red hair, I call her Pepper Ann
This automatic peanut butter, it'll never jam
I red bull all my bullets, turn them to Peter Pan, bitch
Turn my forces into red bottoms

Mama told me never force it, I ain't worried bout em
Want smoke, put your clique in the dead column
Gone crazy, they won't put me in the asylum
Motherf*ck what they sang, I'm the real thing

Zooming the money, nigga stay up in your lane
Blue face hunnids, I ain't never had shit
But a promise of the cell or a casket
Before I crash, got my seatbelt fastened

Save the lights and the cameras, all action
Niggas can't eat, so they fasting, yeah
I put pressure on a pussy set
One opp preceded another, op in death

Niggas packing pistols, but you niggas not a threat
Niggas standing next to fire, pussy gotta sweat
F*ck her good, she say go deeper
But she know even when I freak her, bitch, I got the heater

Get the throat and tell a, ho, look, it was nice to meet you
Real life, got a wife, ain't trying to mislead you
Me and gang, let the thangs bang
What you saying, man, I make your brains hang

And you knowing Livaracci with the same thing
He crippin', but we got the same blood in our veins