[featuring star polite]
[method man]
(there...there?)
One more game
Yo uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer
Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed undertakinand' undergrounders
This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger
Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
Niggas clap now with forty pounders and fourty fours
Is it all fair in love with war
Young and'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
Low and these niggas love to hate ya
Request the henney straight no chaser
Twin towerinand' i skyscrape ya
Now gimme yours
[star]
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
(allah punk) iand'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinninand' like christ
Recitinand' psalms in the streets of babylon
(verbs i gather well) ??? data shells
My squad camoflauge your wealth
Like the bible with parabels
With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
Thatand'll tickle you now, but sway you later
[method man]
On this one call me lee major
Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic
Still not a player, i just fuck alot the panty raider
Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager
Stankinand' ass
[polite]
Yo mr. big mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
Bet if i pull my gun iand'm gonand' squeeze
Iand'm startin at your head, son, and stoppinand' at your knees
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, itand's just that simple
Chorus
[all]
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdinand', itand's all war no fun
Niggas be bowlinand', you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Letand's get it on
Best to come with your best gun
Niggas be rollinand', itand's all war no fun
Niggas be holdinand', you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Letand's get it on
[star]
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps
Hawks, machete chops puttinand' cease to your petty fleets
This raw rebel got more metal than pop
And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled
A ground attack, iand'm bound to clap rounds of rap
Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
The size oh two nines combine, canand't even tickle mine
[method man]
I told you once, i told your ass a thousand times, chump
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk,
(fucking with your mind?)
[polite]
Yo
You be the actual, sixteen bars, cominand' after you
Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
Put your hands up, iand'ma put a hole in your paws
Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
Two choices, bass off or either die slow
We all scholars when itand's time to clean a dirty dollar
Attack the boards, itand's like a rotweiler
[method man]
Niggas comin out they shoes like they usher
These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from
The bounty hunter, iron lungster, rain and thunder
Here come the lightning now iand'm strikinand' back at niggas bitinand'
Pushinand' buttons just to step away from self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchinand' somethinand'
Suckinand' away from bustinand'
Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from alpha to omega, sixty four to sega
Whoopinand' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookinand' glass
Been burninand' mcand's since cookinand' class
Makinand' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
On each block, iand'm the remedy, send them back to me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the reebok
Plus we got a problem with the benz
(whatand's the problem with the benz)
She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends
Chorus
[all]
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdinand', itand's all war no fun
Niggas be bowlinand', you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Letand's get it on