Gunz Come Out

[Hook] Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know) Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) [Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fucking crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money long You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins Blue still in the range, I'm doing my thang The semi-auto spray, run if you get away We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead [Hook] [Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress Hard niggas finna soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once he keep fighting, fuck it just keep cutting 'em It's real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck around and get your cap peeled, nigga you know the drill Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed 'em too Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk Look homie, I'm cool with some Bloods, I'm cool with some Crips I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips I don't know karate, but I split the bricks I don't love 'em lover boy, we can share a bitch [Hook] [Verse 3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled Scope, infrared, run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head Contract killa, murder for the scrilla Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule, death is promised Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you One phone call and niggas will exterminate you No future fucking with me, there's no tomorrow Niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows [Hook]