Letras
My gloves clutch the Uz', gun bust you snooze
Handy with the tools, we'll touch you dudes
Don't get confused, we win you lose
Handguns everywhere when we makin' moves
Stay down, we fuck around and gun you down
Several shots will cut you down
Fuck around and gun you down
Down, down, down
Street sweeper, grim reaper, Quinn creep up
Layin' you down six deeper
Bring out artillery, bang out the enemy
Strange I appear to be, creepin' like a centipede
Hang and you better leave, rain down heavily
Brains out, dead as he, gang seen the best of me
Poodles lose noodles, couple of screws loose
Drama is forever, it ain't no game truce
We outside heated up in case you slide through
AK's, forty cal's, die you ride through
Detach your face from the back of your head
I'm back on the chase, yeah I'm after the bread
My gloves clutch the Uz', gun bust you snooze
Handy with the tools, we'll touch you dudes
Don't get confused, we win you lose
Handguns everywhere when we makin' moves
Stay down, we fuck around and gun you down
Several shots will cut you down
Fuck around and gun you down
Down, down, down
You a goof in the game, dog your dudes is lame
The only time you hear shots, the shootin' range
That's a shame, how you gon' claim you raw
When the closest you came to a block was high school ball
Remember me, fuck your bitch, take they virginity
With the gauge more aim than the boy that shot Kennedy
Who want it with me, I'm controllin' the streets
I carry somethin' that'll put a big hole in your Jeep
I talk about funds a lot, and guns a lot
Your boy double-oh-seven when it comes to Glocks
You a lookout boy, you don't run your block
Our rhymes like the pits of hell, ultra-hot, bitch
My gloves clutch the Uz', gun bust you snooze
Handy with the tools, we'll touch you dudes
Don't get confused, we win you lose