Nature - Metal Thangz 2 lyrics

[Verse One: Nature] Now whats a shot with no ring in it? Glock with no spring in it? With no kickback n***a No sense bringing it Men In Black type sh** Bigger then you think it is Two n***as to hold it Trigger Ten finger sh** The scene's more similar to Private Ryan then the hood And any time in the day, it's in the hood If it ain't on stock we try to order it We pay off top A n***a straight from the block, come to your door with it Like, knock knock "Who's that?" "New gun, yo move back" We k**, guns don't, think hard, true fact I hit a n***a up It's like connecting the dots Starting off at the leg and ending next to the watch I try to start at the top and finish off at the feet Until he bleeding He running but he coughin and weak And he can talk a little bit, but when he fallin asleep It's another n***a off the streets Cause of metal thangs [Hook: FT] {x2} Yo when you hear this sh** I bet your head'll swing (why?) Cause it's a ghetto thing When we pack metal thangs, just to settle thangs [Verse Two: FT] Fuc That, designing a plan With a nine in my hand Cause when I test n***as, I give 'em the final exam Fuc That I go to court and get high on the stand And have the b**h a** judge like "I understand" You live the life of a clown, that's married to jokes I'm a n***a that do d** and puff various smoke Pull a burner out on Herbs and hilarious folks Y'all n***as should call me 'bu*ter' how i carry the toast I'ma show you somethin' you gon' regret you seen Mess with me I'll let bullets caress your spleen Wet your team Even though I'm a s** machine F still got aim like a ex marine I cook with the chrome Go to bed with the mac Deadin' you cats Leave lead in your head and ya back n***as better walk around and start spreadin the facts I got guns that'll reach you, wherever you at Incredible gats, you don't wanna owe me trap Especially if I'm with Nature or Joey Crack You can still get shot even though we rap You we strapped The mo' heat, the mo' we pack [Hook] [Verse Three: Fat Joe] I been in this game for years It ain't done sh** for me But switch stories of n***as tryin to get rich off me They wanna snitch on me Lock me away It's shocking to say It be my own tryna box me in cage Copy the ways Study the style It's funny as hell These the same n***as that's supposed to be wild Whenever in doubt Look to the cloud Pun is there TS'll harbor the pain But don't nobody care We the realest clique to come in this rap sh** But then again how did you discover that When you given the facts backwards? What other rapper you know Sport a mill in the grill Step on the block And n***as still run for the hills I spit lyrics that's real in all factual Shorty don't act a fool Cause surely the law'll come after you dudes Wanna talk gun play I mastered that No remorse for blastin' cats I'm from the Bronx where we have to clap [Hook]