StreetRunner - Rappapompom lyrics

[Hook 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 [Hook 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 n***as sleeping, hope they keep it in they knapsack Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack Hustle all day like we eatin 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 n***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, b**h n***a and one So throw away them Glocks I hope they prayin for ya You hear that chop now you sayin somethin [Hook 2] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Murda she wrote n***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 watchin 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 n***as don't hear me Shoot him in the eye make the n***a see clearly Now he only got one eye like the pyramid b**h, I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me They on my crash shootin down like a deer, man Down down baby goin down like airtran Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man Because I'm already there man I'm sayin [Hook 1 & Hook 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 n***as got choppas n***as got trimmers n***as got problems n***as got business n***as got children n***as got b**hes b**hes got b**hes I know b**hes realer then you n***a I done seen keys bigger then you Yeah n***a you ain't on sh** Cut off a n***a head make him s** his own dick 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 b**h Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script Addicted to the chips commited to my clique Cash money mother f**er get the pistol to your lips [Hook 1 & 2]