blatant You hesitatin', I'm in your mama crib waitin' Duct tapin', your fam destiny, lays in my hands Gat lays in my waist, Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal Gun rest under
all emotions, I'm heartless That's why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers
way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA All the way to (NY NY) Touched the Iceberg baby I'll send you under like the Titanic Gun fight
felly fell More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your
rie Got my bandanna 'round my head and pants to my feet And got my eyes fire red and glock on my seat I'm tryna' stay under intoxication 'Cause I lost
hear ya) A long line family and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds Remaining calm under
five-dollar bag Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill In cellophane bags, I've found my way
the park one day Killing all the bugs on the pavement Seems like she got a nasty streak But she does it in a beautiful way Like a bullet from a gun She
so patient, lost in dreams Too busy crying to hear the screams Nobody cares if you lost or you won In with the girlies or under the gun Enter the sunshine or under
witness protection Refugee camp's under investigation Gunshot bursts in all directions For the wack MC's we read your revelations Discharge through your pores Get raw and kill
Or you can just put on the instrumental and let a nigga run/ It'll be like givin me a gun cuz imma kill everybody 'cause they know I can fuck with the
you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke
a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder
gun, gun, gun, and take your life Straight-jakket is loose creepin' up to get ya get ya But fo' mo killas number one Leatherface, that psycho and that killa
definition, of a gaurilla He is a killa, robbin for scrilla Not your average every-day nigga The laws at me, better off dead 'cause i aint happy Kill or be killed
kill or be killed, never cut slack And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that I never give a second chance to pull the first gun 'Cause if they
heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields nigga These niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun
scared to get ragged on And for my crown... yeah Caps gonn peal I ain't no threat, nigga but I will kill And to all my partners up under them hills Y