[Verse 1: Blu]
Uh, I got two .22s for the fools that wanna fool
Three .357s send a reverend straight to heaven
Cock four .44 for the foes on my toes
Got five .45s for guys that carry nines
Six six-shot Rugers that revolve for you frauds
Seven AK-47s send a reverend straight to heaven
Make it eight .38s for the fakes that wanna play me
Nine nine for the swines in your mind when you dine
Ten MAC-10s for that action when it's crackin'
Eleven MAC-11s send a reverend straight to heaven
Twelve twelve gauges for the haters hatin' on a player
Thirteen for disciples and the cross on my neck
Wreck nine cal shots, semi-automatic TEC
Pop 600 rounds out a uzi, load a clip
For the niggas thinkin' that I'm not bringin' what I'm bringin'
Have my seed pop a one-shot, have a nigga singin' like
[Verse 2: M.E.D.]
You like the sky rainin' blood? Let's increase the murder rate and
This the kind of batch that keep the madness circulatin'
They drove up, they tote guns and tons for the Satan
This the kinda violence keep the scientists debatin'
Nature or the nurture make a human wanna hurt ya
Wanna murk ya 'stead of merger and form a bigger square
Ain't happy where we at but all my niggas here
And we gon' bring the pain 'til you niggas feel the fear
When you empty out the clip and fill it back with fear
When the fake disappear the treal stick around
Stick a clip in the fifth, the sixth in the chamber
Six feet of demon on the kingdom of the down and
We gon' take the city back
Ain't no pity for the ghouls and the goons
Put them fools underground
The patter of the tatter is the sound of the round
Hit a body mass and the matter will shatter
That's click-back, kill
[Verse 3: Definite]
That's click-back, kill
Ain't stoppin' 'til I pull up in a Lear
Twenty-one for the soldiers no longer here
Fallen, never forgotten, the cause of this for profit
It's hard to make it legit, I've exhausted all of my options
Seen homies in coffins and wrote eulogy letters
It was the hard era, the pallbearers in Coogi sweaters
Seen the smoke clear as soon as the uzi let up
Caught 'em slippin' on the block 'cause they hopped out with Berettas
It's all relative, this my most sincere sentiment
You don't want no problems pullin' up to your residence
If money ain't a problem, homie, then keep your seven cents
It's five more cents than allowed
Killin' sense has finally come to your senses and now
Deal with it on my own, writin' sentences down
My day ones ridin' with me for life
I clutch mics, stay fuckin' and write, it's pure white
Got 'em lovin' it like it's raw
[Verse 4: Cashus King]
Church choirs, earth, water, land, fire, skies lit
Police sirens, live wire, little nigga, big nine
Times four, thirty-six in the ki'
Breed money, honeys, sweet, breath easy on the beat
Teach knowledge, leak, bleed, I bet he seek
Preachers pray for my defeat
My seat in the bleachers, piece keep, keep peace
Under siege since beepers
Bloopers tryna beef with my shooters, zookeepers
Got lions, apes, orangutans, metal thangs
Camera, 'caine, news van, rallies tryna come on the flame
Been the same true world, dawg, I gotta change
Break a hundred, Henny fifth and a bag of haze
Babe on the dick make sugar stick
Cougar lit, fruit of two chicks
Room for 'em at The Cosmopolitan, lose nothin'
With the whip on cruise, one button
Roof drop and I'm bustin'
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