Canibus - Gun Ho City lyrics

[First Verse: Kool G. Rap] I'm biggest lifetime combat When there's beef with a dog cat You rhyme with your peoples You get put up in they contract Two steps back rat a tat from the arm strat Whether it be [?] face severs like a wombat NYPD Be careful where you place your palm at Who's to follow up a tongue like Dialo Body donated to science, lungs in a bottle Playin', you lay flat as bums on a model No drive by connect your ear drum to the nozzle It's gunplay all day, I fiddle with clips Spray shot in the middle with clicks Get your brains popped to Kibbles and Bits Halfway shots are riddle the risk Ain't no way pop griddle with this Don't call it New York this is Gun Ho City! Leave your f**in' head puffed up like Done Ho Diddy sh** back on your stomach like a fat Ho's titties Everything around me ugly, it ain't no pretty! Don't cause the green if the slain thrown is iffy co*k back the thing drop the frame in a jiffy n***a titsy hoes in your bladder screen Up the risky f** a fort, n***a turn up the flames til it's crispy The flames on the side of your rings Like rips in a [?] Separate a n***a head from the frame like a mystic [Hook: Kool G. Rap] Don't call it New York, this is Gun Ho City! (Laugh that sounds like Vincent Price) Don't call it New York, this is Gun Ho City! Don't call it New York, this is Gun Ho City! [Second Verse: Canibus] I walk in the room in the Dr. Doom costume I consume, the plot resumes Trust me you're the abductee My trigger finger touchy Try me, see if you lucky Blam slam desplam motherf**in' mayhem Stupid you can't contain him cause you trained him Love the bad weather, freckle faced lepers Can't go outside, gotta stay together [?] members don't attempt to announce my name The brown sage one year away from my crown age Count the ways my sound waves been downplayed USA underground made, I live without fame Hard labor for the data reincarnator Rip your carborator out your car and chase ya, I hate cha I'm the Gun Ho city mayor Who's in charge out here? Who's the f**face, huh? Bang on you, done slang on you, Cani get on you Watch who you talk to, my manager warned you Violatin,' the rhyme weak you libate Put you behind the gate with the fire bait primate I improvise, explode, synthesize flows Like your favorite MC with the wide nose Grehan shell is a PSB hand held In real time speed I could read fan mail Rip the pound, blitz the town with a two or three round You'll never want that to go down Spin around and shoot at you 180 degree cupola , attacks to my van on Utica Next stop Gun Ho city, n***a shoot em up See rapper Canibus PLOO 'em up