[Hook] {X2}
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son, extra cash just for more guns
[Ty Nitty]
Yo, Ty Nitty, air-force one's call up my dunns
Got more n***as like seeds on sesame buns
Caught a body on the run
You don't want none, lump some
Extort n***as for they lump sum, no doubt
Proceed, where that weed indeed?
Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed
[Havoc]
My whole mission, like a platoon take position
Ain't going in if my click can't get in
That's word to mines, have you stressed like jail time
Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines
Easy access, shorty straight up hit the mattress
Have you role-playing just like an actress
My tactics leaving n***as stuck doing back flips
I black out, take it to the gats, f** this rap sh**
Let my n***as shine, rate my rhymes like a dime
[Prodigy]
Swollen bullet wound head a** n***as
Yo, who's the one to be made into example?
n***a, you pack sh** with the wrong guys this time
What? My Mobb will get on top ya, topple ya
Like a fall guy you fell down clown
First the four-pound sound, my eighty-six style now
Ten years later still holding firm ground
n***a P thugly, enter the ring with something
For anyone who wanna play gun, what up G?
I clap you, stop you in your tracks, how bout that?
Now an*lyze these cats, a live n***a rap
You seen strapped, came outside all hype with gats
Got juiced up, now bishop think he thugging it black pimp
Let's rap a taste, you get your little head pinched off
Brooklyn touched you then left you for Queens to finish off
f** a [f*ggot n***a] Keith Murray and his whole click
Yeah, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullsh**
Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses
Little to your knowledge, you almost got shot
But that's aight though, I'mma catch your a** again
You f**in immigrant [2Pac] for two cent
My Mobb running sh**, you f**ing Carlton Ave coward
The forecast call for grey skies and gun showers
[Hook] {X2}
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son, extra cash just for more guns