Havoc & The Alchemist - The Gun Holds a Drum lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc] Around my way the shots sound like [drum sound] Shots sound like the drum roll, them streets is dumb cold Even in the summer though n***as can't handle the truth or they don't wanna know The sh** is gory close your eyes p**y My history documented, kept a nine in my hoodie Graduated to the fully, we was goodie It was money over nookie, that went without saying Mommy never let us leave the crib without praying But y'all playing, your verse wasn't worth the paper That it was written on, the f** is you saying Not much, let me have to get the ducktape f** the world, I'm out here try to make another race Whatever happen gonna happen, we just living life Amongst the walking dead, looking like they died twice I kept it hood like the fried rice Too dark to get a tan from the limelight It don't effect sh** b**h but the pockets getting bigger Hoes getting thicker, pour mo' liquor, roll more trees up I'm about to go in, watch a n***a roll the sleeves up [Verse 2: Prodigy] Anybody disrespect Hav or P Get their head cracked open like a coconut, seen Get your dome sprayed up like Coconut Sheen At the barbershop, line n***as up nice and neat Get splashed open down to the white meat Down to your jawbone, break my razor in your cheek I rap awfully good but when it comes to beef I leave you on that New York strip real saucy This is bloody sport hiphop, no nursery rhymes And when P arrives on the set it's burglary time Understandable smooth sh** murderers k** for We dropouts who took life and shaped it how we want I mold this b**h into a success story Protected by the power of God, I stand before Thee Now who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the man That rock that bandana rap like Gangland