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