[Hook] You can die on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Mama's cry on the strength of my gun, you heard me? Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me? You heard me, you heard me [Verse 1] My gun got many ways to get you You get hit with a missile and live, you would need barbed wire to stitch you This is not fictional, this here is typical I will bring it to your door if you can't see the visual Black Manson, won't you ask him How I have sex with the trigger just to make the barrel orgasm Remember when it started, nobody protected me Had to make way for school in the mornin' and niggas sweatin' me Where you from? Like shit, I'm tired of niggas questionin' me Now I'm in, I gotta have that thing next to me Went to my pop's closet The next day I'm pullin' up my pants, grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward Somethin' pop off, then I have somethin' to spark with By the bus stop like man I wish somebody'd push me I'mma let the hawk spit, with a killin' instinct Like some of these students gonna have an early coffin [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Now I got a love Jones for that [?] still on Michael Jackson niggas, the fifth'll change your skin tone Sniper guns'll chirp [?] They'll prolly chirp silent when your Nextel is off speakerphone How real is that? Never Now niggas do dirt in daylight cause the [?] is clever I resign to the fact, that any [?] where the drama is at I'm reclinin' [?] Keep your wordplay intact And 50 couldn't say it better Can't find you, show me where his mama live at You a gangsta, I'm not one, but it doesn't mean By all means, I'm not very able to pump a shotgun [?] and watch as you [?] With the MAC or the Ruger, nigga I got options So while you play possum, I sit and watch 'em Creepin', Nas got his so you fucked if you don't got one [Hook x2] [Bridge] I don't know about you, but see, baby I'm ruthless Try to fight me, and see, baby you're useless Shots from the MAC do more than have you toothless The sound is exclusive, bang bang bang, boom [Verse 3] I explode like a Vietnam bomb Hotter than firemans but my hand got a firearm Fire at your arm, titty, and hands, breakin' your palms Usin' them to snatch purses the brand of Louis Vuitton Nigga, what type of shit you on? It's simple mass destruction Revengeance, tension, you see I've had enough Did I mention? I sniff you pussy niggas out The smell that you bring has aroma like an incensce Play matrix, see if you the one It's a million ways to die and this here is number one And that's starin' down a barrel of a gun After I smack you 'til it's gun powder on your tongue Cause boy them shells get hotter than the sun And boy when I spit, please be prepared to run Boy, don't forget to have a vest when I come Cause I'll hit your chest and clog up your lungs mothafucka [Hook x2]
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