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Un-Equal Punishment (Shell Casings) Video (MV)






Jay the Arsonist - Un-Equal Punishment (Shell Casings) Lyrics
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Say what we worth to em
What we worth to em
Straight up
Question
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If I had a do over in this life
Probably be dead or in jail
Cause this world we live in now
A step better than hell
This temptation getting hot
I'm knee deep in the well
Kids praying for they future
While pops completing a sale
These cops be for themselves
But ain't policing them self
Pop a nigga for reaching
He not even reaching for help
Quick to reach for they pistol
Dodge everything on they belt
It's open season for niggas
Ain't tryin ta be on they shelf
That's why we gotta move different
But not a huge difference
They say the cops wouldn't murder you niggas
If you were Listening
But every day I turn on the news
It's a newer victim
Now they deny it
Then dance Round the facts
Like New Edition
We're hot
That this cop shot with a coo precision
But sad that that coo precision
Turned in to a new position
For him
His chances are slim
That you forgive him
For you
You and mom shedding tears planning a funeral
Forgot one day that you would grow
Never thought that you would know
Cop murdered your pops and your spirit
Now he's 2-0
Ask him what he do it for
Still ain't got no answer
Neighborhood homies say you can't let it slide
Now he riding round the city
We thinking it's all fine
But that pistol grip pump on His lap at all times
Young nigga wit
Thoughts of Revenge plaguing his mind
Mentally prepared to do what He gon do
When it's time
The young homie on his own now
Mama calling
Pick up the phone now
He spotted his Victim
He in the zone now
Bro you found the one that ain't Playin
Got that burner to yo brain
Squeezed it till he heard bang
Now they counting the Shell Casings
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Say what we worth to em
What we worth to em
Straight up
Question
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If you can't see what you make me
How you expect me to Change
If I had a do over in this life
Probably be dead or in jail
Cause this world we live in now
A step better than hell
This temptation getting hot
I'm knee deep in the well
Kids praying for they future
While pops completing a sale
These cops be for themselves
But ain't policing them self
Pop a nigga for reaching
He not even reaching for help
Quick to reach for they pistol
Dodge everything on they belt
It's open season for niggas
Ain't tryin ta be on they shelf
That's why we gotta move different
But not a huge difference
They say the cops wouldn't murder you niggas
If you were Listening
But every day I turn on the news
It's a newer victim
Now they deny it
Then dance Round the facts
Like New Edition
We're hot
That this cop shot with a coo precision
But sad that that coo precision
Turned in to a new position
For him
His chances are slim
That you forgive him
For you
You and mom shedding tears planning a funeral
Forgot one day that you would grow
Never thought that you would know
Cop murdered your pops and your spirit
Now he's 2-0
Ask him what he do it for
Still ain't got no answer
Neighborhood homies say you can't let it slide
Now he riding round the city
We thinking it's all fine
But that pistol grip pump on His lap at all times
Young nigga wit
Thoughts of Revenge plaguing his mind
Mentally prepared to do what He gon do
When it's time
The young homie on his own now
Mama calling
Pick up the phone now
He spotted his Victim
He in the zone now
Bro you found the one that ain't Playin
Got that burner to yo brain
Squeezed it till he heard bang
Now they counting the Shell Casings
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Writer: Jeremy Robinson
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