[Produced by Nascent]
[Verse 1: G Count]
Yeah, yeah, but like Bump said nothing to lose, everything to gain
With that said I mask up and hit another stain
I claim Almighty Black P Stone Nation
All Well, was blessed in by the Moes down in Bones basement
A sworn statement with paperwork to verify all them rats coming home
And gangstas doing Fed time, life with no parole
23-1, they bidding from the hole never get to see the sun
My rap he need a bond, but the judge denied it
f** hara**ing a witness, n***a we resort to violence lights
Flying out them pipes like a ultra violet
The stick up man rob your land like a f**in pirate
They cuff me in a lineup homicide police
Always want to snatch me up and put the body on me
Try to integrate me
I tell them “I ain't k**ed nobody officer, at least not lately”
[Hook: G Count]
You gotta be prepared when you go to war
You k** one of mine we wackin four of yours
A tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye
It either me or you, somebody gotta die
Live by the gun die by the gun
You want to go to war you picked the right one
I live by the gun, die by the gun
I know karma coming for me so I'm on the run
[Verse 2: G Count]
He got shot in his back exit outta his chest
During war time he usually have on his vest
As he gasping for breath “like am I going to heaven?”
I told him that's a question you should be asking yourself
Let me fasten my belt with this mack on my waist
Getting dressed for work sliding this mask on my face
Gotta act like a serpent in the gra** with the snakes
So after the murder I toss the strap in the lake
Remember back in the day, serving crack thru the gate
No furniture in the trap we sat on the mattress and crates
They coming back for a raid wipe down the counter tops
Flush them down the toilet, put the bullets in the flower pots
I'll air out your block yeah I keep chrome
n***a cross me get lemon squeezed on
I ain't gon' last in the streets long
My teacher asked me what I wanted to be I said a G for the P Stones
[Hook: G Count]
You gotta be prepared when you go to war
You k** one of mine we wackin four of yours
A tooth for a tooth, eye for an eye
It either me or you, somebody gotta die
Live by the gun die by the gun
You want to go to war you picked the right one
I live by the gun, die by the gun
I know karma coming for me so I'm on the run