I know when to deal, and I know when to kill [Wayne] And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums
threat, born out of a sunset, been holding the mic for many years and still don't have any guns yet, anyone havin' fun yet, my heart beats like a drum
people But to feel alone like a tree in a desert Dried up like the skin of a lizard But full of color like the spots of a leopard Drum and bass pull
to isaiah The player, the pimp that mcs are risking You'll get decked like clay decked liston *bang* Where did the punch come from? Was it before, or after the drum
spendin' 50 on a whip, buy a clip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip Said he had mad toys to make noise You split and separate drums
low blows at dum-dums My check comes in lump sums My name's found in chump's guns You want some, come get some Yo Dan, drop them damn drums Down South
With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With drums and guns and guns and
In The Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn Black Hand Guns
there in the Hills of Shiloh Wind a blowing through her hair in the Hills of Shiloh Listening for the sound of guns listening for the rolling drums And
the hydro root, in a casual suit I'm tryin to walk these dogs but i'ma dog myself Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low Stagnate, thoughts
the airwaves, powers are released Holy music destroy the savage beast I'll beat the devil like a Niyabini drummer Beasts his drum, this beat will drum
spendin' 50 on a whip, buy equip" Mental flip, got a thousand tracks stored on a chip Said he had mad toys to make noise You split and separate drums
level, ya best settle, bless Rebel I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums The verse
, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke [Verse Four: Method Man] We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
gritty in land to outskirts Nickname Bucktown 'cause we grown to outburst Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum
double-edged sound the drum Here I come as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all heads kneel 7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Pot, I'd Rather Eat And Stir Its I Againt The World And I'm Strapped Yeah I Bring All My Guns, Shoot Mothers, Fathers, Babies Damn Black Hand Guns