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
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
the street like lead in a barrel Decked out in my veteran apparel I drove aimlessly for miles until I saw this country that'd want me to kill; I took
with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin' Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot gun barrel
the DJ, 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
And his car always got the most expensive kit So his gun always got the most extended clip Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last Nicknamed of a barrel
a diplomat We get low when the dough low get it back Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man for killa cam Me and my Roc killa
and flatline time, Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch, Optimals and fried pita and shit, Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas
cash money nigga What? Calling me killer (Killer) Calling me killer (Killer) Them calling me killer (Killer) Them calling me head busta, cash money nigga (Killer) Killer
runnin', duckin' Feds and Rocks under they tongues and ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers Ehh, until we shove a barrel
'm real My skills outstandin' Kill or be killed Niggas out to give me the blues Let 'em kill me, I refuse I'm down for killing But the one of I was
what the record it's underground They don't give a fuck about a nigga They would rather pull the trigger And have you in front of a barrel smilin' sayin
