[Produced by Marco Polo]
[Intro]
One gun, two gun, three gun, four!
Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead
[Verse 1]
I co*k the pistol and I wait until the shotty splits you
Your not official; your fake, that's not a suit that Gotti gave you
I studied from the crime library, dying's not scary
As long as I'm making money you could just leave me at my spot buried
I've seen the rise and fall of kings
I've seen men die from smaller things
I've seen the horrors of enemy daughters get off to cutting skin
Compared to me, you're just a p**y, don't get appalled by sins
I'll pull out an automatic, make you jump like Kris Kross
I'm pissed off cause your less then filth, like a p**y putting on lip gloss
You see me drug dealing at McDonald's, pushing weight like Rick Ross
That's not me, that's phony, my cronies do all the work for me
However I love to get involved in the violence personally
You actors rehearsin' to me, I know what kind of person you be
My favorite firearm is the Tec-9
Don't respect mine and I'll put you down in the earth for bedtime
[Sample Scratched Hook]
Mothaf**a BANG
One gun, two gun, three gun, four!
You're Mine, its all about crime!
It's the streets in me its an everyday thang
All day everyday mothaf**a BANG BANG!!
[Verse 2]
I've been a homicidal motherf**er since I was a youngin'
Your girl likes my style, she asks me to keep it comin'
I keeps you runnin', it's so decked out that my pistol looks like a laser gun
They say an Uzi weighs a ton, until it makes you run
The sweet release of the trigger is enough to get me excited
I'll smoke you like a cigarette, one flick to keep it lighted
Spray your blood on the wall like it's paint, you have to be smited
Shotgun diplomacy, your situation's short-sighted
I'll leave you bleeding and barely breathing
With so much damage to your eyes that you'll barely see things
And while your their I'm at your house, f**in' up your girl who's wearing only a g-string
Ali said "Float like a bu*terfly, and strike like a bee sting"
Clientele rings the beeper beeping, when it comes to jail, you'll never hear me sing
Unloyalty pisses me the f** off, if I have no expressions you'll know that I'm seething
I have to pick my partners right, I can't always soothe my pain
And Vinnie Paz taught me, you can't be neutral on a moving train
[Hook]