Vinnie Paz - Crime Library lyrics

One gun Two gun Three gun Four! Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead Send 'em to Allah kingdom, pistol-grip pump rap It's like music to my ears when the gun clap You a stupid motherf**er, here's a dunce cap Shoot you in the f**in' stomach where your lunch at I ain't listening no more, cause son whack I'm like bustin' inside a rubber, I come strapped Y'all wanna hear a fun fact? My guns is heavy on the scale, god, dumb fat Where the Mossberg? Where the dum-dums at? Ninety-three million miles away from where the sun's at I'm Jimmy nine times, cousin you a dumb rat I put you in the back of the ac with Pun mac (Rest In Peace) I'm a grown-a** lion, you a young cat Wet 'em up, better hope the ambulance comes stat Take the shotty off the gun rack Toss his body on the ground like when Charles Bark sonned Shaq Mothaf**a BANG One gun Two gun Three gun Four! Youre Mine, its all about crime! It's the streets in me its an everyday thang All day everyday mothaf**a BANG BANG [Blaq Poet:] Wild motherf**er since birth, get hurt Who's first? Got blood thirst, shoot up your hearse It's insane, let me explain the pain I came to reign supreme, hammer damage your brain Highly flammable, easily slaying you I do what I came to do, your hood should be ashamed of you Blaq Po, murder motherf**ers up, yo What the f** is up? I don't care what they say, you f**in' s** The black monster go harder Spit pure lava, word to the father Don't make me show up at your crib with the pump I can find out where you live, where you from But you're not a threat, you're puppy-dog harmless Tail between your legs when I start to bomb sh**