Clams Casino - The System lyrics

[Intro] System Activated It Is Now Turning On We Are All Here For A Reason x2 ( Chorus ) x4 Are You Willing Too Hold A Gun? Willing To Sell Some Drugs? Willing To Shoot The Gun Man Down ! [Verse1: Ali Milicec ] You n***as Couldn't See Me With Your Bi-Focals Man I Often Was Told I Wouldn't Be sh** So I Tried Out Vocals My n***a Where We At ? (Uhm) We Chopping This sh** Without Using Pro-tools We Busting n***as Who Buster n***as, We Trusting Mixtures Of Love And Triggers I've Been Hotter Than That, Starving These Artist From Heart Spartan Dropping Bars Man Im A Star, A little Trippy Off Of This La Man Trippy n***as Be Blazing, Spitting Ali be Crazy Ali Carry Millimeter Bodys Get Flicked To Different Place n***a I Go Green, Flow Organic How I Got These Trees Chlorinating Amazing Man Im Laced With, A Crew That'll Damage A Hater, Now I'm Getting These Questions Like '' Aren't You n***as Some Masons?'' And I Guess You Going To Get That When You 15 And Amazing I mean, I Over-Sold My Soul And Still Didn't Get My Change Born In Corruption So I'm Instantly In That State In That Phase, I'm Holding The Gun Barrell On My Head n***a Ain't Nowhere To Run Holding The Gun ( Chorus ) x2 Are You Willing Too Hold A Gun? Willing To Sell Some Drugs? Willing To Shoot A Gun Man Down ! [Verse2: Kasper Dangers] The Finger Pulls It And Ya Mind Will Lose It Trigger Finger Foolish, Legend When Riding Music Hotter Than Fired Jacuzzi's, Hotter Than Geysers With Bullets Hotter Than B-I-G, Now My Crew Probably Say Cool It Holding Barrettas With Full Clips, I'm Pistol Whipping Chins And Leaving These n***as Toothless, Too Ruthless For A Fool b**h Rap Crisp On New sh** Like Bread Crumbs On Chicken Whats With Him He's Puffin On Scottie Pimpin Good Living, Won't Stop Him Til The Bullet Hits Him Pure k**ing Will Get Him Living By The Weapon, Puts Holes In Melons Melon en Turns Stale Pale Is What It Turns In I Know Hitmans Only Hit Cause They Make Them Good Earnings I Got Guns On My Mind And Money In A Wallet Average Joes Ain't Making Moves Cause The Holes In They Pockets Spittin' On the Street Like How Dancers Dance On Broken Boxes Break A Top With Bars Like Locker Locks In Socks And Then I Sock Em Lyrically Smoking n***as, Dusting This Bishop n***a Kid With A Mind of k**ing So The Python Is Foreign Weapon Smoking On Afghani Poison, You Got That Urban Poison Bad Kids A Bad Era, n***a [ Outro ] System Over System Will Be Shuttinh Down In 5 4 3 2 1 Fight The System, Motherf**ers