Send* corrections to the typist Walkin
down the street with my glock, in my hand No
safety you, know it and our guns don't jam Keep
one in the hand and no need for cockin When
ni z***start the poppin them shells get to droppin [Chorus
2X] F
k**rap music this, is gun clap music F
k**rap music this, is gun clap music F
k**rap music this, is gun clap music Load
it up c, itits back and blast to it [Fredro
Starr] Yo
who, shot ya It's? too late to try to operate Hard
escape through New York State It's
on killa f, k**all the ni z***that hate I
can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate Your
heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape Bust
guns to this raisin, the crime rate Ni
z***better blast when it's time to shoot Ni
z***on the roof tryna blast at you See
me in the six coupe twins, engine Skiddin
murder, scene left God, ridden New
guns old, guns need, to test those I
burn baby, burn, like sniffin asbestos Bust
low reload, and stay low I
twist more caps than the 40 oco B
s*****know could, tell by the look on the thug face The
way they play it in the club it, ain't safe [Chorus
]:[Sonsee]
A'yo
I'm still not a hater but the heat'll spray ya Say
hello to the bad guy meet, your creator Your
gone locked, down streets in blocks down east Hopped
out jeeps knocked, out teeth and chopped down beef With
the boxpound heat it's, your option to die Poppin
the nine at ten then, guns in the sky Grew
up in the Stuy peace, to every ghetto Up
in the x-sincos with my ni z***from Queens wit heavy metal Drug
raps through the pj's ki's, and trees now, we payin da's Gettin
paid from three ways Who
wanna die It? won't cost you a dollar Get
your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla Money
I'm sick keep, puttin clips in them rugers And
spit you, couldn't measure my fifth with six rulers Hold
up killer I'm, all about gettin loot And
when I c backunt duke I'm givin glock tattoo [Chorus
]:[Sticky
Fingaz] Some
say the bigger the gun the, more damage it do I
say the smaller the pistol the, better it shoot I
give a holla to my ni z***in warfare Sticky
don't care if, don't nobody else care And
um I'm, always quick to reach for the glock So
if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get shot In
these streets ni z***drivin fives gettin set up Forgive
but don't forget your benz'll get wet up Ni
z***come around frontin don't, believe 'em You
ain't no killer you be layin there bleedin Cause
n anusyou know me Don't
make me blast you up and snatch your a outit the b And
b h***ni z***don't blast back They
like ladies they, take their ice chains to the casket And
since we all came from the hood Got
our name from the hood and our game from the hood I
think it's time to kill for our good time, to heal our hood Be
real to our hood And
if we don't we'll have a race of babies That'll
take 380's to school and get crazy And
to my sons tryna make ones Sellin
cracks on the blocks watch, out when the jake comes And
to my real thugs get up I, know you fed up ni z***But
keep ya guns up [Chorus
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