Junior Reid - Rappapompom lyrics

(Chorus 1 – Junior Reid) You only got a few days more To get the guns you want at the gun store On the first day of Christmas, Guess what Santa bring for me A Glock, a magnum, a rusty M3 (Chorus 2 – Junior Reid] Rappapompom, we don’t want no rom pom pom pom (Verse 1 – Lil Wayne) Welcome to hell I let em burn Momma told me don’t play with them choppas I never learn I hold the tube tight & firm I don’t squirm k**ers hold court in the street court is adjourned These ni**as sleeping, hope they keep it in they knapsack Watch me while I’m creeping leave em leaking like a flap jack Hustle all day like we eating on the last stack We play with ak’s boy you need to bring that mac back Hand gun they don’t want no hand gun Tote a shotty with a ba** drum Say something, I’m from where them ni**as can’t come We die rich & young We die handsome and Me I never ran from another man son I take alot a shots, bi**h ni**a and one So throw away them Glocks I hope they praying for ya You hear that chop now you sayin something (Repeat Chorus 2) (Verse 2 – Lil Wayne) Murda she wrote ni**a we loke You can get smoked like brand new dope Brand new scopes on old a** guns from brand new beef If he play you cold you give him heat Play that roll get in them streets You pay that toll life ain’t cheap The streets is watching The streets can see what you can’t see You ain’t safe, you ain’t free You just a target with teeth Ya’ll ni**as don’t hear me Shoot him in the eye make the ni**a see clearly Now he only got one eye like the pyramid Bi**h, I’m in the game like the beer man, hear me They on my crash shooting down like a deer, man Down down baby going down like airtran Yeah & you don’t wanna take it there man Because I’m already there man I’m saying (Repeat Chorus 1 & 2) (Verse 3 – Lil Wayne) Survival of the fittest it is well known there’s no water like my city’s Some of us are k**ers some of them are jus swimmers Ni**as got choppas ni**as got trimmers Ni**as got problems ni**as got business Ni**as got children ni**as got bi**hes b**hes got bi**hes I know bi**hes realer then you Ni**a I done seen keys bigger then you Yeah ni**a you ain’t on s**t Cut off a ni**a head make him s**k his own d**k No he don’t want that & he don’t want this I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bi**h Every movie gotta end but I’m just sticking to the script Addicted to the chips commited to my clique Cash money mother f**ker get the pistol to your lips (Repeat Chorus 1 & 2)