Quick question: Having a gun makes you hard. (TRUE / FALSE)
correct answer at the bottom
I’ve never needed to carry a pistol, gun, burner, toast, gat, heat, biscuit, iron, hammer, steel, ratchet or any other slang derivative for a firearm. I certainly don’t need to ACT like I have one and consider putting on a “super thug” costume while I’m creating my music. For me, it’s the simple understanding of the law of attraction, no more no less.
I spend my time attracting wealth and wellness, family and fun etc. I believe that when you carry that “heater,” that “burner,” that “cannon,” that it literally attracts that same likeness to you. We learn that scientifically, opposites attract, but in the universal concept, the law of attraction will manifiest and grant you all that you are and have desire for.
So, if you are a “hammer toting” thug/hood/rapper, want-to-be or otherwise…Expect that you will attract the drama that may cause you to have to use that gun or have some one exercise their “hammer” on you.
As you can see from the proof (above)…EDREYS IS TO BIG FOR GUNS!!!
Stop shooting each other and shoot for the stars!
ANSWER: TRUE – Having a gun makes you hard.
Hard, stiff, smelly and in the dirt. OR Doing HARD time!
Check the qoutes from the single/video “I LIKE IT
qoutable – 1) “I’m going hard like I got a prescription/
A gun’s the only thing I got a problem with liftin”
qoutable -2) “I aint scared, you aint ever popped lead/
I shoot thoughts in your ear to ricochet in your head”
February 25th, 2008 at 21:41
My comment is simply this…. as best spoken by Dres of Black Sheep on the intro song “U mean I’m not” of the album “A wolf in sheep’s clothing”:
Yo motherfucker
What the fuck you lookin’ at
Yo, get out my motherfuckin’ face right now…..
Yo man, trip this
I was out on the ave man
This dude wouldn’t let me roll
So I pulled out my mother fuckin’ nine
And I SMOKED HIS ASS…………
Woke up, didn’t choke up
Saw my AK, it was broke up
Put it together like a jigsaw
Got my nine, and my Rambo knife off the floor
Went to the bathroom, and beat the rush
Yo, who the fuck used my toothbrush
Went to my sister’s room, yo bitch, wake up
You stupid ass, dirty ass, nasty ass slut
Shot her in the leg, shot her in the thigh
Kick her in the pussy and punched her in the eye
Slapped her in the head, stepped on the cord
Don’t fuck with my bitch, word is born
Went downstairs to eat wit my folks
Ma, you broke the fuckin’ egg yoke
Punch her in the chest, it got on her cheek
Then I did a sweep, knocked the bitch off her feet
Knee to the pussy, kick to the skull
AK y’all shot the bitch in the temple
Pop got mad ’cause mom got licked
I didn’t give a fuck so I shot him in the dick
Hungary as fuck, said my grace
Pop kept screamin’ so I shot him in the face
Ate my food, found my coat
Mailman came so I cut his mother fuckin’ throat
Waitin’ for the mother fuckin’ school bus!!!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Dres, yo Dres
Wake up man, wake up
What’s wrong with you man
Yo, I had a mother fuckin’ dream, man
What the fuck was the dream about Gee
I dreamed that I was hard