[Intro]
The enemy that we besieged has ammunition for us all [?] casualties must fall
Not one will manage to survive
Nobody leaves this beach alive
Those arriving on this beach, there is no prayer, to pray or preach
Man, that's often into town
Since we've out lived the dying young and for surviving in exchange
Now face the fire at point blank range
[Verse 1: Canibus]
Can-I-Bus, it ain't about who or what I know
'Cause the oxygen I breathe is a billion years old
My flesh is getting older, all wrinklеd and folded
The only thing that's timelеss is the lyrics I've moulded
You want, sixteen or twenty-four? Whatever you need
The apex predator bleed, we hunt to feed
Smoke blunts to survive, hunt to stay alive
Tha Soloist and Canibus gon' tow that line
Traders better say their prayers, who shut it down like General Petraeus
Had him screaming, "Amadeus! Amadeus!"
Duran Duran snipe box [?]
Down range dominos snipe them hoes right where they stand
Squinting through one eye, lookin' through the iron sights dumb high
Iron Mike alumni
Microphone check, one-two, we rip shit
Tha Soloist and Canibus spittin' that ill shit
[Chorus]
Put my gun to his head
What's up now, motherfuckers?
We shootin'
Dead motherfuckers
Put my gun to his head
What's up now, motherfuckers?
It's simple mathematics
I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my gun
[Verse 2: King Magnetic]
Only one of this perfection
Move like overworked cooks runnin' with a Wesson
Progression, my dad had a lot in his collection
Rob with .380s when there wasn't a selection
My man got hit eight times and still walkin'
Sean Taylor got a leg wound, "Boom!", they still talkin'
[?], carry like pregnancy if you wanna be
First to kick in your stomach, victims abundant
Barrel smokin' like a new born, hundred at work release
[?] deceased 'til police will work the streets
Canibus, Mag, strangle this fag
Before we need to count shots, let 'em out to the raft
Gun chemistry, runs endlessly, numbs enemies
Both sides are shootin', effecting some of the friends of me
In the pen with me, that ain't nothing to do with life
That's why it only takes one shot if you do it right
[Chorus]
Put my gun to his head
What's up now, motherfuckers?
We shootin'
Dead motherfuckers
Put my gun to his head
What's up now, motherfuckers?
It's simple mathematics
I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my gun
[Verse 3]
I was meant to be a martyr for the forefathers
Before Big was robbin' bitches for their doorknockers
Stop pursuing, never never will you stop us
Whoever take a shot do not forget to aim it proper
Take it how you wanna, tape 'til I'm a goner
Walk the line, but on a toaster, [?] before you cross the border
It doesn't matter 'cause the comet gonna follow you
Killing me is only gon' rate my name in history
Never hold a gun, I hold the Sun inside my palm
Fire alarm fire on the fire people firearm
Turnin' every like into a eulogy, I do believe
That I'm the sickest dude that ever spewed the truth into a beat
Shootin' me would only just remove me from the physical
Go ahead and shoot, my music always gonna live with you
"Rest in peace" to Prodigy, El Price and Poppa too
The earth is still held with burnt L's and drink a shot with you
[Chorus]
Put my gun to his head
What's up now, motherfuckers?
We shootin'
Dead motherfuckers
Put my gun to his head
What's up now, motherfuckers?
It's simple mathematics
I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my gun
[Verse 4]
Ayo, "I Gotta Story To Tell" and I'ma spit my truth
I ain't about tellin' tales or talkin' shit in the booth
That "Machine Gun Funk" is for the gangsters and thugs
I used my mind as my weapon, I take shots to get drunk
It's an "Everyday Struggle" to stay on track and shit
You're "Dead Wrong" if you thinkin' you can lap this bitch
You fuck with me and I leave you with them "Suicidal Thoughts"
It only takes one shot to put you inside a morgue
They say you're "Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)"
But if you kill yourself then you nobody still do
When they ask, "Who Shot Ya", won't be Bad Boys behind it
I had 'em "Hypnotize", it was I who designed it
"Somebody's Gotta Die" and somebody's gotta eat
But I ain't an animal, I leave them askin', "What's Beef"
How many shots did it take to make your fuckin' heart stop
You were "Ready To Die", you only needed one shot
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