(aahh!)
[Verse1: Hodgy Beats]
Got my gun n***a'
Got-Got my gun n***a'
I got my gun n***a'
I said I got my gun!
(n***a!)
So you talkin' bout a**ault and battery?
I'll stretch your chest cavity gradually
When I hit a n***a' with a hem-rock, in my moment of clarity
d**h apparently, is my salvation, now bury me
Riots and violence, n***as bloody servile it
Violin playin' sims, while I'm in the act of being violent
Pimps know, b**hes hoes
They call me silence cause all you hear is.. (Aaaaaahhhh!)
Get on the f**in' floor give me my money b**h!
Or this bullet through your head is what your gonna see next
I was neglected as a child, I spazz out and reflect
And think to myself, (f**)
f** it, grab the ol' ratchet, out the whole bucket (Yeah!)
Time for target practice in public
The humans I shoot in the head I stuff them, Muffets f**in' puppets
Then move to the next victim on some flux sh**
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It's playful on the playground..(seesaw) It's playful, but I don't play round' (ugh)
You n***as gon' die, any day now (ugh)
I'm speakin' out my gold grill, and I got my chrome steel (Brraa!)
Finna' bust a n***a' in the head any day now (day now)
Playin' round' on the play ground (haha)(Yea!)
On the playground, n***as die any day now (Wolf Gang!)
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k** them, them all
Watch them, them fall
Make sure, no cops are called
k** them, them all
When I say "k** them all", do it like there's a drill involved
Defeat em' n' beat em', pop em' and leave em'
Conceal a god damn weapon for a motha' f**in' reason
Have a homicidal mental until your enemy's bleeding, weeping
I'm rooting for looters who's heavy shooters (yea!)
Loadin' n***as alone n***a' cause lord n***a' sit in the booster
co*k back the rooster and co*ka' doodle doo ya'
I got hot holes for hot heads, medulla oblongata
The problem solved with salsa
You need a hit man, cause I'm the one rasta
Breakin' down ya' backdoor, waking ya' mom and papa
I'm hungry, whats for dinner? b**h n***a' and lobster?
I don't f** around nah, I don't f** around
Throwin' NFL bullets, Ochocinco touch it down
Truth or dare b**h, I blast liars (ugh)
And cast fires
Leaving skinny n***as, flatter than fat tires
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f** The Police