, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away
up, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun
is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my
wid six dogs That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess
's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where
my chest like whatever. Words fit together like drugs and fiends, Full flippin and machine gun and submarines. Lettin off rounds, never soft sounds with my
shit could get real when your ass get smoked? {*gun shot*} [Chorus 2: Killah Priest] This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk Get the fuck out the way before
my time We were hard headed, they all said it From my parents to our teachers and even preachers couldn't reach us I say my prayers, I gave my momma
that I ride on her She helped me focus in get my rhymes right too And my mind right too, that's why she shine through I gotta quit, I gotta get this chick up out my
?t piss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullshit street argument I don?t care how hard you get You just another man that never lived in the projects
on the ground with a 40 spilled on my chest bullet holes and it supposed to work bullet proof vest caught slipping my niggaro's you can burn that hearse 'cause Ima walk to my
' tellin' me? That this is it? Okay How many slugs should I plug into your chest before it's get filled? Since you ain't got nothin' else to do but get
And I'll pick off any who's [unverified], 'til your enemy dead We gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat You with the bullets that fled And to
the tool off for my nigga Tyga Tyga Give em hell with the written spittin hot sauce Treat your head like a fake purse, get knocked off The coupe I take the top off
your head I know it just won't happen A world that's free from pain So I'll just use my freedom To fucking kill and maim them Reduce their heads with
pass that shit Conversatin' with the devil I'm on another level The evil thing that men do Off with your head if you fuckin' with Benzino God I'm droppin' to my knees My
a bitch Niggas shoulders getting' knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin' from Me and my girlfriend 'Cause I wants mine I needs mine And I'm about to get
