The Gun Holds a Drum

[Verse 1: Havoc]

Around my way the shots sound like [drum sound]

Shots sound like the drum roll, them streets is dumb cold

Even in the summer though

Niggas can't handle the truth or they don't wanna know

The shit is gory close your eyes pussy

My history documented, kept a nine in my hoodie

Graduated to the fully, we was goodie

It was money over nookie, that went without saying

Mommy never let us leave the crib without praying

But y'all playing, your verse wasn't worth the paper

That it was written on, the fuck is you saying

Not much, let me have to get the ducktape

Fuck the world, I'm out here try to make another race

Whatever happen gonna happen, we just living life

Amongst the walking dead, looking like they died twice

I kept it hood like the fried rice

Too dark to get a tan from the limelight

It don't effect shit bitch but the pockets getting bigger

Hoes getting thicker, pour mo' liquor, roll more trees up

I'm about to go in, watch a nigga roll the sleeves up

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

Anybody disrespect Hav or P

Get their head cracked open like a coconut, seen

Get your dome sprayed up like Coconut Sheen

At the barbershop, line niggas up nice and neat

Get splashed open down to the white meat

Down to your jawbone, break my razor in your cheek

I rap awfully good but when it comes to beef

I leave you on that New York strip real saucy

This is bloody sport hiphop, no nursery rhymes

And when P arrives on the set it's burglary time

Understandable smooth shit murderers kill for

We dropouts who took life and shaped it how we want

I mold this bitch into a success story

Protected by the power of God, I stand before Thee

Now who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the man

That rock that bandana rap like Gangland