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[Hook] "I pull a .44 from outta the seat; I body the beat Clear nigga's outta the street; nobody can creep" "Holler when it's time for the blood to get spilled" "When the hammer cock, we don't care who we pop" [Verse 1] I'm gun crazy; my gun has begun every rhyme lately I'm not somebody who cares a lot for someone's safety I'm not somebody who stops and makes a 180 I'm not somebody who has a job and a young lady My shots starts spittin' till your body parts stiffen Physicians is over your heart, listenin' I like to let my gun stare in the face of a fallen victim If he wakes, he'll want the hair of the dog that bit 'em But I never get a reply; it's eye for an eye With me, it’s once bitten, twice shy Got a lot of guns in the supply So I gotta wet niggas now: can't wait till the water runs dry It's bloodshed in the streets. I am indebted to the deceased The dead can't rest without peace I'm chased by the damned and the police You do a lot of dirt, you wake up with sand in the sheets [Hook] [Verse 2] My gat heavy: I need a flatbed on the back of a Chevy I need half of a second to be packed and ready Then I'm out the door, puttin' in time and labour So if my gun overweight, then I'm its enabler Cops chasin' me; I can't escape my violent past So I got to eat and run, or dine and dash People wanna meet the man that's behind the mask Cause my face been all over in simulcast But I'm always outside; I restrain flight Cause the best place to hide is in plain sight I'm a machine; my murders last days and nights With no traces of DNA or data bytes I heard cops coming. I left the gun on the floor I left a bucket of blood above the front door Wish I was there: they probably were in an uproar But we all square: all's fair in love and war [Hook]