Looking Down the Barrel feat. Sean Price

歌詞

(feat. Sean Price) "Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" (x2) (Buckshot) BD bubble up like a branded tattoo Outlandish and got plans to get at you Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye Look, ball or crook, where I'm from If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook You guessed it, the Brook, let's him them books And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines look Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside An my life skates, on anybody, anytime Everywhere, everybody, any place It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place But the loser gettin' two in the face (Chorus x2: sample (Buckshot)) "Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" (And you won't have a second to learn Or you ain't have a second to turn Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm) (Buckshot) I paint the picture like a painter with no brush We not the average, what goes with us Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck Little fuck, attitude, bossy Only thing missing is the coffee But of course, each are free, at the age 10 Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van But that ain't interrupt the scan Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan We make records, you make raps, so stand back You not on my league, not on our level, either homey Please, little homey, you'll be (Chorus x2) (Sean Price) Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right One in your neck is slicin' your wife Then I, get away clean, put away cream Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the ancient Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix Ok, I got mine, you get yours Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind? I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P! (Chorus x4)