Operation Cyclone

[Intro: Huey Newton] We are advocates of the abolition of war, we do not want war, but war can only be abolished through war. And in order to get rid of the gun, we find it necessary to take up the gun. So the first thing is not to disarm the victim, but to disarm the aggressor. Disarm the person who is first causing the violent incidents [Verse 1] Warnin' you, move wisely All of my shootas 50/40/90, ayy I put a price on a mark Homies was sellin' that Reggie They movin' up flippin' Birds Shotty got kick like it's Nash Shoot with one leg like I'm Dirk Heard you niggas got mob ties One hand on the piece and thе other on the curly fries Wholе bando messed up Red on the white tee, don’t know if it's blood or ketchup Got snatched by the feds and they got to his head Paid back with Popeyes That was his last meal, blood spilled Lived by the fry and he died by the french fries That’s tragic Nemesis tryna do business He told me my hittas do way too much damage Put 50k in the Benz to atone for his sins Nigga thought I was Catholic I put the skull of my opps On a T-Pain chain, little nigga that’s fashion Showed up to court with the bling But I'm still finna sing “I don't know what happened” Know you don’t get into that Know you as the diplomat Know you as the type to kill 'em softly like a Democrat Tried to go full metal when you Couldn’t bring ya homie back Went and grabbed that Nina But you tuck her when they shootin' (ayy) [Chorus] Hold the toast close like a slow dance When you kiss the barrel It’ll be ya last romance, uh You keep tellin' niggas that the piece jammed But you got the shit last week you is no man, uh How you sayin' 2021 is your year When you owe a motherfucker like 10 grand, uh Told me that you will but ya won’t, uh Pussy nigga puttin' on a show, ayy [Post-Chorus] Who lyin'? Who dyin'? Who shot ya? Who cryin'? Who lackin'? You can try if you wanna [Verse 2] Pack spliff, half-wits, whack you for the bonus Know some niggas with some warrants Way before they got diplomas I'm the axis, active, spill you like granola Niggas be frontin' like they woke .45 be they melatonin Niggas is not safe Eye ball out no Fetty Walkin' round Saks Fifth and I’m tryna remember if Shawty said Fendi or Fenty My apparatus don’t do rap shit They be drillin' that shit like it's trendy One to the headie, and two with the Remy Ya boy gettin' hit like farmers in New Delhi She never iffy, her hand on the blicky So I'm tryna six-nine if you ready Twirl 'til he dizzy, by chance if we miss it We spinnin' the record to redo the medley Revenant grizzly, they crossin' like Bibby I get the bulldog, Killian Tille I’m tryna channel the balance Thee-point-nine but the hood know I’m gallant Thief in the night to relieve all the plight We in black like the silhouette challenge Niggas is loud mouth had to silence the lamb He ain't value the valiance Know that I value the violence Zoom and I zap me a Zionist I brought the hood to the lion’s den (It's all fun and games until we roll up ten deep) [Chorus] Hold the toast close like a slow dance When you kiss the barrel It’ll be ya last romance, uh You keep tellin' niggas that the piece jammed But you got the shit last week You is no man, uh How you sayin' 2021 is your year When you owe a motherfucker like 10 grand, uh Told me that you will but ya won’t, uh Pussy nigga puttin' on a show, ayy [Post-Chorus] Who lyin'? Who dyin'? Who shot ya? Who cryin'? Who lackin'? You can try if you wanna [Outro] If I had my way I'd have been a killer, okay That's true I would have had guns and I would have gone to the south And gave them violence for violence Shotgun for shotgun If I had my way But my husband told me I didn't know anything about guns And he refused to teach me And the only thing I had was music so I obeyed him But if I'd had my way Then I wouldn't be sitting here today I'd be probably be dead somewhere because I would have used guns during those years I was never a non-violent person