???, what up, Dunn?
Hold it down, son
Yeah, check it
Yo
Anthem of the big barrels, handlers of huge flamethrowers
The most foul, throwing your towel
P-double, I'll blow a hole in your cube bubble
Raised like a soldier, camouflage post-up
You shook when we slam or throw our guns in the hand
Stop the party like Trafalgar Square
It's homicide music, when P put his words to it
Street journalist, block war inquisitor
Writer, for New York, novelist at gun talk
Chronicles of a young blood taught
To walk with his head up high
Eyes wide, wise guy, made man with Mobb ties
Bolt-lock 9s, put one in a hole with no clip
Pocket full of bullets wilding, 16 handling the sh**
To the dip, slip quick
I heard sirens coming from afar and slip
From the circumference, left a red splash in our dash
Back in my lab, hard pounding from running fast
Put my half-fast gun back down in the stash
Twin got a four-pound for sale
I need that cause his no-clip sh** could lead to my a**
Refuse to form on my a** from many men's rap dollar's math
And Dunn call me back real fast, yo
I ain't got no cash but I gotta smash
This no-frilled n***a came past, riding on pegs
Broke, nearly put one in his ribs
I barely got away with my head
Let me hold a fever on his strength
Probably catch him on the bench
Dunn said: “Use your head; this is it"
Back outside, put my hoodie strings down tight
Scene of the Crime, do or die
Seen Bobby, he got me some coconut wine
Look across the street, I seen a dude walk by
He reaching, the chrome of his gun caught my eye
Push Bobby to the ground, move to the side
He pulled out, I pulled out at the same time
It felt like the end of Colors when we stopped and stared
I do a pop first, the shot burst, we both were scared
He let his fear overpower his mind to think clear
That type of sh** end your career, now look in here
Squinting my lids, aim for his face and miss
But I place a few good in his back and wrist
He ran damned near crawling, I hit the house without stalling
Sweat pouring, trying to catch my breath falling
Check my body, to see if I caught one, or more some
Bum n***as wanna front for what? They lost one
Felt down the side of my forearm with sweat
Our sh**, take the pain and bleed
Emergency to call these
Grab the Codeine and swallow half the bottle
Get treatment out in Long Island, tomorrow
Dedicated to K.B. and Gambo, the Scarface Twin
To all my n***as that won't think twice to sacrifice your precious life
Word up! My nighttime n***as, during the sun's out, keep your head up
n***a, what? Word up!
My true-to-life Dunns
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