Got freedom got an AK
I'll shoot ya ass 17 times
I wish I had time to count all my guns
Or sit back and get fucked fasta
Little devils don't go to heaven
Da Lench Mob
Get my shovel, 'cause I don't play
Don't come to me with no petition
Saw the Lench Mob and his draws got shitty
Songwriters: Harry Wayne Casey, Richard Finch, Larry Graham, Terry E Gray, O'Shea Jackson, Sylvester Stewart, Milan Williams
Publishers: EMI LONGITUDE MUSIC INC, GANGSTA BOOGIE MUSIC, WB MUSIC CORP.
I know the game, so I'ma do the same
'Cause this week we don't turn the other cheek
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
That's how you got filthy rich
Dagna bit, 'cause I gots to have it
To the H to the M to the O to the B and you'll see
The nigga's got a gun, and he's gonna have fun
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, ah yeah
But H Rap says, "Freedom got a strap"
I, can't see the OG's standin' in big lines
Little devils don't go to heaven
You better call nine, one, one
Don't make me act a mutherfuckin' fool
'Cause the bang, bang, buck, buck,
'Cause a nigga is runnin' out of funds
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by
Got a freedom got an AK
But bitch, how ya like me now?
And I'll shoot till it's empty bitch
'Cause the AK-40 dick hold a 50 clip
One dead devil
'Cause I'll have to fuck around and point
Do that shit and get stole on non-violence gotta hold on
Check that
An AK 47 is the tool
Motherfucker, freedom got an AK
I'm buckin' and blastin'
Kick that shit to the level
I wish I was in Dixie
Fool, come to me with ammunition
Freedom is the road seldom traveled by
So get the fuck out my way when I spray, hey, freedom got a AK
Little devils don't go to heaven
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
No way, no way
Either be a book master, buck masta
An AK talks and bullshit runs
AK, AK
Little devils don't got to heaven
Than a horny assed rabbit
I'm killin', 47 million civilians
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
So if you wanna jump your ass in, come on
Then shit wouldn't have been bad in the sixties
And say hey, freedom got an AK
A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Don't like when I play the same way
Fuck with the L to the E to the N to the C
And fuck around and have to shoot the whole fuckin' joint
Freedom got an AK
Boom, boom, pow, pow, used to be a trick
A is for apple, K is for killin'
Talkin' like that'll have 'em all scared
Freedom got an AK
Holdin' big signs, tryin' to get mine
Plus we got a roll on, the mayor of the whole fuckin' city