Letras:
2Pistols Come On

you like rock, rock stars And you wanna ride in a rock stars car, so Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on yeah Come on, come on, yeah, come on, come on

tall standing on the big screen Get dough, get green, my flow sickening, It's the King nigga! [Chorus - B.o.B] Put me on anything still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on

if you think it ain't f'real When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine Keep a (Mac) on the block, I ain

clip in the .45 ever since my brother died, been on a murda mission with' pistols: Hollywood homicide. Critics said Compton died with' Eazy. One hand on

; this time IT'S ON! Rock on ................. break it down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on

feat. Krayzie Bone) Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till

, a crooked nigga too (2pac Verse 2) You know you really can't say that you blame niggaz Fuck bein' tame, set a flame, tryin' to aim triggaz 2pac'll

Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on

trying to get this [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] When it's on, I'm poppin' off every chance I get, Out the window on some uptown anthem shit, I'm stressin