Post by Perplex on Jan 11, 2006 22:12:48 GMT
[hook]
Yo this isnt Bristol this is Pistol Borough/
Where shots are gonna ring unless you keepin it Thorough/
From Jacksonville to Philly, From Duval to Bucks/
Cool B and J.C. got it locked, so you ran out of luck/
[Jnice]
Yo, ima rep for the north and let him rep for the south/
Were u get stuck in the fuckin ground, just for runnin your mouth/
Your times runnin out, we got the east coast locked/
Welcome to Bristol, where the fuckin pistols get popped/
Wear the wrong flag on the wrong street, that's the end of your run/
A place where the thugs will put an end to ya son/
This is where the gats get popped until ya temperature drops/
Where we might sink below sea level theres so much weight on the block/
This is where pushin H and rock is a full time career/
And the cops don't give a fuck, what happens here/
They on the payroll, so u better stay-low/
Every one always ask wat the fuck do you stay for?
Loyalty muther fucker.. I don't need to say more.
[hook]
Yo this isnt Bristol this is Pistol Borough/
Where shots are gonna ring unless you keepin it Thorough/
From Jacksonville to Philly, From Duval to Bucks/
Cool B and J.C. got it locked, so you ran out of luck/
[Cool B]
bristol is where we live, ask around we some crazy kids/
u might get robbed on the path where we live, it aint no game fam/ u'll get ya face cracked where i live, cause cool dont play games he'll murk ya quick/
CooLB reps pa to hes dead ina casket, n rides wit his bristol fam till hes wrapped in plastic//
N wont leave his peeps in danger, every body know,he'll be wit them blastin//
All his peps know he a rider, cause the shit that he done//
The young dude been thruoght it all, like bein caught in his aunt house, wit his hand grippin a gun//
He been through wars, wit da niggas he ride wit, Over shit that he shouldnt be involed wit//
But he know them same nigga's'll be there ready to buss when words start flyin//
N grandmom mad cause he bang, n done sold dat cain, but all the bull he done the g still remain//
Been through alot but he aint trippen he loyal to da flag that he claim,he still crip'en//
N with his fam n he gonna do it to the end, till the day he not breathen //
hook]
Yo this isnt Bristol this is Pistol Borough/
Where shots are gonna ring unless you keepin it Thorough/
From Jacksonville to Philly, From Duval to Bucks/
Cool B and J.C. got it locked, so you ran out of luck/
Yo this isnt Bristol this is Pistol Borough/
Where shots are gonna ring unless you keepin it Thorough/
From Jacksonville to Philly, From Duval to Bucks/
Cool B and J.C. got it locked, so you ran out of luck/
[Jnice]
Yo, ima rep for the north and let him rep for the south/
Were u get stuck in the fuckin ground, just for runnin your mouth/
Your times runnin out, we got the east coast locked/
Welcome to Bristol, where the fuckin pistols get popped/
Wear the wrong flag on the wrong street, that's the end of your run/
A place where the thugs will put an end to ya son/
This is where the gats get popped until ya temperature drops/
Where we might sink below sea level theres so much weight on the block/
This is where pushin H and rock is a full time career/
And the cops don't give a fuck, what happens here/
They on the payroll, so u better stay-low/
Every one always ask wat the fuck do you stay for?
Loyalty muther fucker.. I don't need to say more.
[hook]
Yo this isnt Bristol this is Pistol Borough/
Where shots are gonna ring unless you keepin it Thorough/
From Jacksonville to Philly, From Duval to Bucks/
Cool B and J.C. got it locked, so you ran out of luck/
[Cool B]
bristol is where we live, ask around we some crazy kids/
u might get robbed on the path where we live, it aint no game fam/ u'll get ya face cracked where i live, cause cool dont play games he'll murk ya quick/
CooLB reps pa to hes dead ina casket, n rides wit his bristol fam till hes wrapped in plastic//
N wont leave his peeps in danger, every body know,he'll be wit them blastin//
All his peps know he a rider, cause the shit that he done//
The young dude been thruoght it all, like bein caught in his aunt house, wit his hand grippin a gun//
He been through wars, wit da niggas he ride wit, Over shit that he shouldnt be involed wit//
But he know them same nigga's'll be there ready to buss when words start flyin//
N grandmom mad cause he bang, n done sold dat cain, but all the bull he done the g still remain//
Been through alot but he aint trippen he loyal to da flag that he claim,he still crip'en//
N with his fam n he gonna do it to the end, till the day he not breathen //
hook]
Yo this isnt Bristol this is Pistol Borough/
Where shots are gonna ring unless you keepin it Thorough/
From Jacksonville to Philly, From Duval to Bucks/
Cool B and J.C. got it locked, so you ran out of luck/
