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MCeastside wrote: king john nigga you could go famous with yo lyrics\best ive seen so far

Meep meep wrote: I’m a bad ass f***** with a loaded gun
I’ll f*** you all, then f*** your mum
I ain’t f****** b****, i’m white you see
I don’t give a f*** what you think of me
I’m a bad mother f*****, ain’t no lie
I’ll f*** your little sister, then watch her cry
If n****** think they rap, then my names fred
I’ll shoot the f**** n***** in the head
You don’t scare me, with your n****** rap
Your all little f****** that just talk crap

Rogue wrote: One Gun
[city sounds]
Meet Corey, and hear his story/
No one could’ve predicted how it would be so gory/
A product of the streets, and a victim of influences/
Left covered in sheets, after hopping all the fences/
Growing up in Harlem, his family faced many problems/
Poverty and bad luck left them at rock bottom/
He always wanted a way out of the hood/
So he stayed in school and tried to be good/
One day, with lunch money that he saved/
He was just about to sneak under the turnstile into the subway/
Go to Payless, buy a new pair of shoes/
$20 in his pocket cause his old ones were worn through/
But he was blocked by a great figure/
And when he retreated to a dark corner, it only got bigger/
[talking in background of the next few lines, 'Gimme all your money! Come on, I aint playing! Hand it over!]
Blocking out the light, suddenly the man pulled a knife/
It was the first time the kid really feared for his life/
What could he do but hand over his savings?/
And be beating by his mom for losing the product of her slavings?/
And that’s when he wished that he only had one gun/
That way he could protect himself instead of having to succumb or run/
[talking between verses; 'Hey... I need a gun.. can you give me one?' 'Why would I just hand you a gun?' 'So I can protect myself... come on, I’ll do anything' 'Against what?' 'well, last week i got mugged...' 'okay, here’s one clip and one gun. When you get the money back, you’re gonna have to give it to me' 'okay'
So he goes to one of the school’s gang bosses/
Who pretends to take sympathy in his losses/
He hands him one clip and one gun, and says/
“When you get the money back, you better give me some/
“Or you know what’ll happen/
“like hunters, my boys will get to trapping and slapping, and kill your punk ass, and — "/
“Okay, okay! I’ll get you the money!/
“Don’t act like you think that I think this is funny."/
Now the boy feels untouchable, like Teflon Don/ (John Gotti, NYC Mafia boss, look him up)
He’ll never lose anything again, or go crying to his mom/
Next time he sees the crook, he gets his money back/
And gives it to the other kid, adding to his money stacks/
No longer is he scared of the gunfire, going [gunfire] like a drum/
Because he knows that he’s safe with his one clip and his one gun/
[kid getting mugged; 'wanna get stabbed' '..uh, no..' 'give me your money' 'i don’t have any!' 'then give me something' 'I don’t have anything' 'your jacket... if I don’t get this money for drugs, they’ll kill me.. hand it over, quick! Come on, I ain’t play — ' [gun cocking] 'hold up, hold up, don’t shoot' 'back off' 'oh hell no, [running]]
But on the following week, he sees another kid getting mugged/
By a man who says he needs the money for drugs/
His heart is still pure, morality still there/
But now he has the ability to instill fear/
He scares off the man, and the kid that he saves/
Walks all around his hood and he raves/
Soon, tons of people follow him/
Some are younger than 13, while some can legally swallow gin/ [alcohol if you don’t know]
They get toghether and have the idea to form a gang/
Protecting the neighborhood through friends and hired hands/
Hearing about all the violence in the world, he keeps his head hung/
But knows that he’s making a difference with his one clip and one gun/
[talking, gunshots; 'we got you cornered now, you little sucka' 'you better stop interfering with our operations, y’understand?' [guns cocking] 'now, you die' [gun cocking, gunshots]]
But one day, a rival gang who they repeatedly stopped in operation/
Refuses to take part in his elation, instead they degrade him/
They’re aiming guns at him, and shotguns are cocking/
But they all lay dead before he can even think of stopping/
He fires seven shots, one into each of their hearts/
And when he realizes what he’s done, his fear starts/
In a panic, he picks up the shells and punches the wall, screaming “Damn it!"/
He never wanted to be a killer, but the others see it as an advantage/
He’s known as the most powerful in his school/
Because those ignorant fools think that killing is cool/
They put him in power and he starts to abuse it/
“I got a gun, damn right, I’ma use it!"/
From a kid who got mugged to the king of the slums/
This is the power of one clip and one gun/
[talking; 'yo you got that crack for me? man i’m serious, you better have it by tomorrow.' 'i’ll.. i’ll get it...' 'tomorrow, or you’ll never see the day after' 'i’ll get it. ill get it' 'i got clients waiting who already paid me' 'don’t worry I’ll have it' 'you better']
Now he’s connected to all the major crime rings/
Runs his block and the drug trade, and gets worse as time sings/
With one gun he could stick up the world, and be the most potent/
Unleash his vengeance on all who ever opposed him/
He can get anything that he wants/
Money and drugs, and jewels to flaunt/
Control the whole block with his glock/
People know what to do when they hear his gun cock/
But it all goes down when the police track him down/
He’d rather die then get strapped down, So he wears a bulletproof vest that he snaps down/
He’s going down, they’ve got him surrounded/
But he fires at the roadblock, thinking he can get around it/
He gets shot down, and the whole hood is stunned/
Such is the power of one clip and one gun/
Gone is the hope for his family getting out of the slums/
Such is the power of one clip and one gun/
In his final hour, he nixes giving up and just runs/
This was the power of one clip and one gun/