Gunz

Yeahpeace to the god, Jus Allah
Doujah Raze, what up? Snowgoons (Peace)
Boot Campwhat up? German Lugersaiyyo

The god send you back to the
Earth from which you came
Back smack Earth, wind, fire and rain
Elemental, the god get busy to instrumentals
Yeah you get busy
But that's all in your mental
I sent you a note sayin', "Son
Don't rhyme" you ain't listen
In turn he got burnt with the nine
Here's a gun, there's a gun
Justeverywhere's a gun
I guess everybody pussy
Scared to shoot a fair one
I will Larry Holmes your dome
Shane Mosley your homey
Felix Trinidad your dad
Duke you don't know me riddick Bowe my ho
Punch the bitch in the face
Run up on her like "Anna Mae
Eat this cake"
Eat this eight, slugs inside of your mug
Got the Eagle from Illegal plus
I'm puffin' on drugs
I rap for dough, no dough, no rap
Freebies get VD, yo ass get "clap" P!
We got guns!
Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips
Guns put a fucking bullet in your lip
Swallow this we got guns!
Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips
Guns put a fucking bullet in your lip
Swallow this

Are your parents home? You're not old
Enough to be left alone
May I come in? I have to use the telephone
So, what's to do 'round here for fun?
I know, show me where dad keeps the guns
Look inside the barrel
I think it's not loaded
Pull the trigger back, here, hold it
Oops, my bad, you're fuckin' dead now
Look what you did
A little soul, arose up out the little kid
Are you a bad ghost or a good ghost?
Man I'm bored, I gotta go now, thanks
You've been a good host
Now time to light the good smoke aww shit
I left the bag of trees in my other cloak
I'm tryin' to get blazed
Where the fuck is Sean P and Doujah Raze?
Each second I'm sober is like days
I need the bright green haze inside my head
So I can laugh about your
Silly little child that's dead we got guns!
Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips
Guns put a fucking bullet in your lip
Swallow this we got guns!
Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips
Guns put a fucking bullet in your lip
Swallow this

Take a toke, this perfect
When I fill my lungs with
The smoke and start workin'
Leave the mic hurtin'
Murkin' on you mercenaries
You ain't got no rhymes duke
Searchin' through the dictionary
Keep my diction scary
Peep the visionary as I creep
Precision carry through the deep
I throw shade on your sleep, yeah
Come one, come all, it's the bum rush
You can find your face on the
Floor with your lung dust
The fuck? These mic skills are no frills
And I don't need the hype of
The blow and no pills
And I can take a flight 'cross the ocean
No bills and I can keep my height through
The low with no ills
And I can build overseas with the boom
Sean P, Doujah Raze, Jus Allah in the room
Yeah smokin' boom, gettin' regular
Tryin' to get some food for
The show, madness, et cetera, yeah
Snowgoonsdj Illegal detwe up in Germany
Deutschland, muthafuckas

We got guns!