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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kool G Rap
Kool G Rap
Vocals
Ecstasy, Passion & Pain
Ecstasy, Passion & Pain
Sampled Artist
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Songwriter
B. Gaskins
B. Gaskins
Songwriter
Nathaniel Williams
Nathaniel Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Jonathan Williams
Jonathan Williams
Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Guide
Sheldon Guide
Additional Engineer
Steve Sola
Steve Sola
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's the killer's shit dun, no doubt The undisputed For street niggas livin' with their lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like four in the night For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night It's been a realest shit you heard in your life Yo, when the gats reveal, you cats get peeled and that's the deal Fuck a bitch-ass that switch fast niggas that lack the real When the slugs burst, G Rap be aimin' at your mug first Niggas is blood thirst, we'll see who get plugged worst We dug earth, the place you put the nickel-plate is to your facial Bullets ain't racial, kid, they only hate you My nine will seem like it's a time machine, B.C. date you Jackin' you more than Ripper, my fifth's an organ shifter The human organism lifter, you'll be hearin' organs If ya leavin' orphans, if ya Let these fours hit ya where the law split ya I forbid ya to bump heads with those that dump lead Accurate shot in back of your knot Leave you one dead, G Rap, Havoc and Prodigy Let's put these bitch niggas where bodies be dun Yo, if it gotta be, it gotta be For street niggas livin' with their lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like four in the night For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night It's been a realest shit you heard in your life When the gat spit, some niggas get blown off the atlas It happens unsolved mystery re-enatmus Get practiced, what you lack is you think like the average Jake Stone found a leavin', crime scenes entangled Nothin' but cannons get conspicuous Like a man a little branded with the serial scratched Bad apple out of the batch, dun, they made me like that If I could push back the clock, probably leave it like that Draw blood for my nigga G.O.D, Ty Nitty and Twin And Twin is not here and plus my kin Killa B forever with me quick to settle with me Into QB to show love throughout the years with me You got guns, we got guns, the serious ones Leaving foul powder stuck in your lungs We come from where niggas look out for they dun-duns Love never disrespect hit niggas we re-direct For street niggas livin' with their lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like four in the night For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night It's been a realest shit you heard in your life Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze slugs It be the ones standin' still that'll peel guns Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me Man, you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with P I spent more nights illin', less nights chillin' The more shots they hold, the better they feel it What be the deal is? Some killers like to hide behind specs Others got blatant disrespectin' the rest Or so young that you wouldn't even expect To be burstin' off guns like a Vietnam vet On the steps sittin' in the staircase bent Thinkin' on ways to take another man head Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep I settle things with a heavy metal fifth Change clips, switch clothes after I spit Place niggas back in their space, fuck is on your mind kid For street niggas livin' with their lives on the line For young guns comin' up durin' these times For police who'll find drugs, let niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like four in the night For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night It's been a realest shit you heard in your life
Writer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Alan Maman, Nathaniel Wilson, Barbara Jean Gaskins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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