, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away
up, You shit your pants knee deep, Get that gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun
back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my
dogs That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood
gun fights? (gun fights) Got a nigga duckin while them girls show fright What you know about my writes? (my writes) Ah what you know about my writes? (my
Niggas shoulders gettin knocked Clean off of they head See that red dot comin from Me and my girlfriend Cause I wants mine I needs mine And i'm about to get
! I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills You wan' know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills Send chills up my trigga finger, blast tha
m writin exact on my axis From my head down to my Air Max's Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your ?deadly gases? My name is
t admit that Niggaz want some get back, I know it so I get strapped Suckas took they laws off, these hoes want my draws off Cuz tried to foul me, but
is back again The rippers at your service Girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface Like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my
wid six dogs That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess
's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where
my chest like whatever. Words fit together like drugs and fiends, Full flippin and machine gun and submarines. Lettin off rounds, never soft sounds with my
shit could get real when your ass get smoked? {*gun shot*} [Chorus 2: Killah Priest] This is Horsemen Talk, Horsemen walk Get the fuck out the way before
my time We were hard headed, they all said it From my parents to our teachers and even preachers couldn't reach us I say my prayers, I gave my momma
that I ride on her She helped me focus in get my rhymes right too And my mind right too, that's why she shine through I gotta quit, I gotta get this chick up out my
?t piss me off with a tec nine loaded in a bullshit street argument I don?t care how hard you get You just another man that never lived in the projects
