Emile Haynie - Gun Harmonizing lyrics

[Old school sample] "Somebody lift me up, yeahhh And give me a hannnnnd Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway There's a curve in the road I don't know when I'm going, crazy" [Hook: *Vocal gun sounds*] [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Verbalizing my theme murder Communicating while you debating using machine squirters Br-r-rat, that trigger's my tongue, I l-l-lick a n***a That fo'-fifth'll, lift a n***a, whole clique up The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up Answer the horn, it's blowing at you, you cold stiff up My heat, heating my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers Your metal freezing like it's a morgue zipper Riding around with Preem Not the Preem from Queens, but the Preem from "DWYCK" 'Bout to change the game. 'Bout to fly the desert Eagle for y'all people. Like the wing's the clip And the barrel's the beak. My apparel is fleece I'm adorned in diamonds, I'm a Pharaoh deceased Like if Spawn was rhyming And I would advise you not to tempt to New Temptations, the gun harmonizing [Hook] [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Every bullet's a note I write with a firing pen every time that trigger pull it's a quote Inside a booth full of smoke Sniffing lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat, and a turtleneck The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died I'm murderous If you ain't get it by now, I'm suicidal, I'm wild A n***a better than me, is who I ain't heard of yet So I ain't murdered yet He ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even fertile yet Prepare to get back Next time you take a sh**, stand and turn around, and look in the toilet, then compare me to THAT! Don't compare me to none of these motherf**in' wannabe hustlers Tough until they standing in front of me duckin' It's off with yo' head n***a 'less you one of them Dodgers We sound off as one, we gun harmonize! [Hook] [Verse 3: Crooked I] This sh** is musical, my spit is beautiful And if the best rapper died we'd be sitting at Nickel's funeral But we ain't dying cause our trigger finger nail you As quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber Put that on Moses, I rely on my rod As sure as Satan's tongue lying to God, everybody dying It's like you standing in a circular firing squad Singers for hire I find him a job You see the gauge baritone, the revolver's a tenor Way the shots spin your body I'mma call 'em "The Spinners" Call 'em "Earth, Wind and Fire", put you beneath the earth, wind and fire Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor I'm keeping two guns. I named 'em Romeo and Juliet Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set BLAOW! [Hook]