Gun In My Hand

[Verse One: Slaine] Somebody gets shot, lights from the sirens coming I can still hear the bullets from the iron humming Cats by the buckets are dying youngin And the people on the streets have seen the violence running ? on the ground bleeding, please stay with him Don’t leave or he’s gonna stop breathing this evening The night’s full of blood, settle beef with bullet slugs Skulls burst from the heavy metal some will pull the plug This is how the hate breeds where the snakes bleed And the catch is run away before the jakes see Blowing angel dust if God takes me Slaine wrapped in chains, wanna break free I ain’t got no fear today, where you stand is where you lay It’s how the demons and the spirits play So when I go to sleep I can still hear them say [Hook: Jamey Jasta] All I wanted was a little respect And with this gun in my hand still got a fighting chance Through all the shit in this world, every moment is pain Never cross me, never speak my name All I wanted was a little respect And with this gun in my hand still got a fighting chance Through all the shit in this world, every moment is pain How can you face yourself if you can’t face me? [Verse Two: Jaysaun] This is Armageddon just waiting to set in And I am commandeering this ship setting a new heading You’re hellbound under the spell now And gun powder’s the last stench you can smell now Your body will rot, broad daylight nobody will stop And Jaysaun’s the most thorough but a lot of you not You a Satan’s lapdog, loyal, willing to please I’m a hitman for hire, cheap killing for cheese So militant don’t give a shit if you’re not feeling it Put the rap right on your cap and then start peeling it Swig the forty ouncer, that Hatebreed Wash that down with the shot of that Special Teamz My personality’s fracture and it splat ya Drive with the Reaper for your soul and then snatch ya Don’t try this at home, we are not actors We the S-dot T-dot, the dominant factors [Hook] [Verse Three: Edo G] Yo you the type to blow it all out of context Small nigga, Napoleon complex Create conflicts so when the Lam spits It hits you in the head like bong hits When the song switch Find yourself in a club full of convicts with the wrong bitch Silent killer like arsenic Politic with a walking stick, stop talking slick Your life ain’t worth nothing, it’ll cost you quick Special Teamz, Hatebreed, moshing pit Boston shit, leave it to us Surrounded by sinners and evil-doers In your flesh like skewers Edo the best and the truest Fuck the law that pursue us Raw fresh and the newest You remain clueless Ear to the street, your feet in the sewers [Hook]