When the Guns Come Out

[Chorus: P. Dot] When them guns goes off, we be ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar Better get that money, and be out the door [W.C.] Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter With the rest to gather, my cold killer It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids And I can't fight the feeling like one way When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music [Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)] I don't care what it takes, we gon' make it They say the chains too strong for us to break it Willing to do what it takes for us to make it And we can overcome anything we faced with (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall After all, all, all, all, all....) [Christ Bearer] When them guns go off, bitches hit the floor Or then forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho I don't care what it takes, I pull out a gear Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction Get two thirty off the head with cold dumplings Niggas jump when the AK bark Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggas spark You dig? Niggas ready for war Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no more And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more And when we run out of bullets, and you still want static? I grab the three eighty and pull out the automatic We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's Niggas ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin' [Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)] Willing to do what it takes for us to make it And we can overcome anything we faced with (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall After all, all, all, all, all....) [E-40] Look out peon, we might of lost the battle, but we won the war I grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor Can't be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and park Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it chop Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee Put my dirt in your Glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised a beast And I can't rest til my enemies rest in peace The bigger they are, the harder they fall Run up on me, I'ma knock the hell outta y'all My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' hands on 'em One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em [Chorus] [Hook]