The Pistol Lyrics - Let's Get Free - Dead Prez

We ain't trying to hear shit for what? 

(Cash money) 

We whole world operating off a 

(Cash money) 

To all my niggas with a whole lotta 

(Cash money) 

Watch yo' back money 

You couldn't neva understand how my mind tick 

I'm on some old school crime shit 

When niggas sold two's to keep the dimes lit 

Ain't no rules when these iron shots are stoned, dun 

This heat burn through your flesh, straight to the bones 

I reach for the buddha, cess and zone 

I probably have a future of stress, stay depressed and be alone 

But as far as the present time, it's on 

I represent mine 'til I return to the S 

And said I'm dead and gone 

Nobody wanna be broke and you neither 

Put me on the co'na, watch me catch a quick case of cream fever 

If you be popping shit, my niggas won't believe ya 

Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya 

But son, it gets deeper 

I'm running with a click that's being hunted by the Grim Reaper 

To all my peoples in the man keeper 

Let'cha situation be a teacher 

Ain't nothing like a education 

When I was locked down, I learned about patience and dedication 

And not to say shit unless you need a motherfucking face lift 

And as a youth, I was a outcast 

Running around with pelagons, playing war 

But now it's all about cash 

I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit 

And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get 

Blast you with the pistol 

If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful 

I'm caught up in a mix of shit 

And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get 

Splash you with the pistol 

If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful 

Up late night and upset and fed up 

Niggas coming up wet, I'm dead up 

Fuck trying to your head up 

And when it go down, word bond, we gotta get up 

Too many locked down upstate, son, it's a set up 

My life has sped up, many years, I'm straight up 

Plenty bears for who ain't here and those who ate up 

Test and get sprayed up in the club 

We couldn't run it, so we take the blade up in the booth 

Since we couldn't shoot 

We heat it up, losing the shirt, showing the bare chest 

I'm blessed, puffing the skunk make me care less 

The best that you can do is duck my fucking crew 

If the slugs don't get'cha, Lord J'll jig ya 

Acting artificial, you'll get burnt my the pistol 

Before it's done, even my guns'll turn to missiles 

Don't have to blow the whistle on you 

'Cuz everybody knows you 

Watch yourself around borderline psychos 

Who know my people gotta hold a mint 

Or they ain't worth a cent 

How can you represent if you can't pay the rent? 

And leave a dent in my life time, I'm caught up in trife crime 

In fights, you neva know what you might find 

We stand firm meanwhile 'cuz niggas that seem wild 

Be bucking blanks, if they were men they wouldn't fuck with pranks 

I leave them niggas alone and stay home 

Until it cool down, as they remember how my tool sound 

I'm caught up, caught up in a mix of shit 

And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get 

Blast you with the pistol 

If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful 

I'm caught up in a mix of shit 

And I ain't trying to hear shit 'til my got cash to get 

Splash you with the pistol 

If I have to, in my mind, it's all about cash in a fistful 

We ain't trying to hear shit for what? 

(Cash money) 

We whole world operating off a 

(Cash money) 

To all my niggas with a whole lotta 

(Cash money) 

Watch yo' back money 

Yeah, we up on what we dealing with 

We ain't no criminals, we got the right to have gats 

As long as the army, navy, air force, marines got gats 

We gon' hold heat, knamsaying? 

'Cuz our army gotta represent for us, word up 

Aiyyo, Maintain 

(Yeah) 

Set that shit, son 

Forever keeping my shit cocked for drama 

Stainless steal, shit is for real 

The way these rats is known to squeal, making sour deals 

Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble 

Bricks and paper by the bundle, how the Bronx humble 

[Unverified] devils get deaded, never regret it, only known to set it 

Stealing existence, obviously ya jetted 

Speak the dissest, I see the pyramid and eagle 

Back of the dollar bill, ill deceitful, we consider lethal 

God falling, niggas be balling, guzzling alcoholics 

Two drinks, too many is like whitey infiltrating your fortress 

This is on, we 'bout to form, best prepare for the storm 

Y'all funny niggas quick to ring the alarm 

Bomb fell, now a nation is gel 

We had to dwell for four hundred or more 

The Lord had the right just living poor 

Resurrecting the true and living back the power 

Devils getting devoured, niggas heard the God holla