Tekster:
Gun Barrel Front Killers

Heyho out there you motherfuckers Here we're back again For some we are the heroes For some a pestilence Playing fast and loud Nobody can ignore Our old

got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope ya ("got yourself a gun") And when

elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front So what cha, what cha wanna

with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin' Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot gun barrel

And his car always got the most expensive kit So his gun always got the most extended clip Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last Nicknamed of a barrel

and flatline time, Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch, Optimals and fried pita and shit, Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas

cash money nigga What? Calling me killer (Killer) Calling me killer (Killer) Them calling me killer (Killer) Them calling me head busta, cash money nigga (Killer) Killer

runnin', duckin' Feds and Rocks under they tongues and ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers Ehh, until we shove a barrel

'm real My skills outstandin' Kill or be killed Niggas out to give me the blues Let 'em kill me, I refuse I'm down for killing But the one of I was