Gun Blast
[Krayzie]
YEAA
Better back up off me
nigga never no soft your boy'll stop your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me
in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep
Fuckin with these thugs
thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood
Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva
A mothafuckin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too,
and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya
I'm collected and quiet
but surpise nigga i get lock
jumpin out of that rugged dump it
fittin to show these niggas a little somethin
Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline
but like my Bone Thug niggas they ball show me the light, the light
Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to
and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew
I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang
if you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain
We be puttin em straight cause if you ain't you don got into some shit
with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click
[chorus - Krayzie]
Ima stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
Ima stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
Ima stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
ima stay fuckin em uo with me gun gun blast
[Layzie]
Undercover man, how you want it man
Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man
that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man
Niggas talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around
talkin like a nigga stole they style when a nigga show up these niggas bow down
Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I'm the coldest little soldier
these niggas are ruthless I'm takin you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta
In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock
corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block
Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon
nigga got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let niggas have it
Fuck this rappin, if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happnin
my family my money my thugs myself my nigga i'm flat out blastin
Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I'm ever forced to bring the action
ima ride down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06
fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix
[chorus]
[Wish]
I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?
take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it
Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game
nigga runnin with a thu
