Heyho out there you motherfuckers Here we're back again For some we are the heroes For some a pestilence Playing fast and loud Nobody can ignore Our old
? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin
full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [gunshot] {DAMN! } Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [shot] {OOH! } Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that! I put the barrel
, another song, another win Another kill, another sin Calm killer, who's iller than the pen and pad thriller? A cappella bone chiller, verbal gun clutch
's house, kids screaming I ain't gonna front somehow I wish that I was sleeping, dreaming Too late it's done now, all you hear is gun sounds Cock back
, tell 'em Staten Island's In the house, put the record on replay [Ghostface Killah] Colorful kicks and my closet like Baskin-Robbins Central Park killings
chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, something Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot gun barrel
the above? An Intelligent Thug, gun to the president's mug Take it in blood, niggas hatin' on the love Back shootin', crabs in the barrel I stir the
a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it is real Pussy kills Backs shots keep a nigga open Bitch a have niggas gun smoking, huh Pussy kills [Nas] My
I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun) And when I see you I'ma take
brawl, runnin they mouth That is till I run in they house, put the gun up in they mouth Tell a nigga talk shit now, and then you know the gun go BLAO
Feds and rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down
nigga What? Callin' me killer (Killer) Callin' me killer (Killer) Them callin' me killer (Killer!) Them callin' me head busta, Cash Money nigga (Killer!) Killer
Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
front, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) (Got yourself a gun) I got mine, I hope ya (Got yourself a gun) You
got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun") And when
twelve gauge? Outlaw, everyday on the front page Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown With two double-barrels
elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front So what cha, what cha wanna