Guns Blazing (feat. Dr. Dre & Sly Pyper)

It's time to face the music (oh) A stay of execution No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?) You did this to me I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences Back up to bat and swingin' for the fences (remember that) Let's make one thing clear (here) Here, my dear My resolute for this year No pollution, fresh air My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass Mile high club 'til I jеt lag Rothstein flow, Casino And you're just like Ginger, we know Singlе negro, I don't need your (Double standards and hypocrisy) And that fake handholdin' on Father's Day You a different motherfucker when you not with me Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me Yes, I'm president of debauchery None of that bullshit ever got to me 'Cause your pillow Brillo, ditto Breakin' this shit down little by little I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms Shoulda never let this dog out of the kennel Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout Who I'm with when I'm not around Just don't forget who you fuckin' with When steppin' on hallowed ground 'Cause you did this to me (yeah, I'm) Right back on my bullshit, right back on these streets Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (and sorry isn't gonna help) Now how many times have I got burnt And tried to act like I'm not hurt? Or take you back and we not workin' Like clockwork, this shit is agony You're draggin' me, Glocks burst Just remember, you drawed first, you ain't toe taggin' me Ho-bag, any blowback, you deserve Get the bozack, bitch, my soul's blackening So actually, this could've been a lot worse (watch) I could've name-dropped you in my verse (yeah) But out of respect for your daughter I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (yeah) And good luck with the father Bitch, you're stuck with him now, ah-fuckin'-ha Word to the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse Hope it's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (oh, no) Guess I must've got wise, you are not sly Just 'cause you can make up an on-the-spot lie I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired Hand sani', I'm cutting off ties Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (you did this to me) Taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin Yeah, you reptilian bitch Off with your knees (yeah), beggin' for forgiveness Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch You ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitch We will never be together again, ever And when you're in bed with him and you wish you was with me Just remember that You did this to me (yeah, now) I'm right back on my bullshit Right back out on these streets (look what you did) Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (and sorry isn't gonna help) Remember that (Michelle) you did this to me (yeah) I'm right back on my bullshit Right back out in these streets (fuck around and made you famous) Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself) But now you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're) Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout Who I'm with when I'm not around Just don't forget who you fuckin' with When steppin' on hallowed ground