Man With A Gun

Verse one's about a kid who didn't like the way the Earth spun He said it's cursed; so he went and got his first gun He turned savage, took matters in his own hands He said "I'm grown, nothing matters; I'm my own man; Because we don't know how to live but we know how to die The game of life and no one'll make it out alive" So I'mma stay in heavy arm and I'mma keep a gun And I'mma beg for dear life when the reaper come Yo, he's a beast, everybody in the streets fear him Thugs won't cross him, cops won't go near him Nothing could scare him, it's time to try and get rich He robbed his suppliers plus he gets hired for hits Now the mice want his bread, it's the price on his head And everybody that he didn't like want him dead I guess he knew the same streets you rep on Will be the same streets you meet your death on [Hook] I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did Verse two is how a little dude flipped, and grew too quick He did some rude shit and got his hands on two bricks Bought the new fifth, with the extra two clips Put together two cliques and took over two strips Dude glued chips, new kicks and new whips Knew tricks, got two kids by two chicks But he blew too quick, they said he shoot too quick Too slick, (?) He said "I gotta hit the block for my needs" But I'mma leave the block 'cuz this hot cop is watching the streets Made a couple stops at the spot and bought trees He copped a new uptown patent leather (?) Too sick, now let me hit the hood To stop by and make sure the kids are good That's when the man ran up on him put the gat in his face Said "Remember me from back in the day?" [Hook]