Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch
That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle
Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher
Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
No other gun runners keep a round like this
I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes
Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way
We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'
Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched
[Unverified]
Now why you wanna come at me?
M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn
Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block
The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun
While you layin bloodied up in the Six
Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Everyday is like Fourth of July to us
Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn
While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head
Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under
M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
I had to put a man in his place last week
I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
Skated by the skin of my teeth
From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
Squeeze off, let em know how real this is
To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war
Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well
Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip
The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake
And you can't come outside without fear
Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge
Still nuttin' pop but the shells
But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night
These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
You score points fallin' wit good formation
And we can dance till one of us drop
Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?
You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us
Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray
Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass
[Unverified]
Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
Wrong nigga for threats
A gun runner nigga for real nigga
Lone nigga wit long chrome
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it
Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched
Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce
You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
