Gun For Gun Remix E

He's out late at night if he's got his Head on right Well, I'll lay you nine to Five he's walking with steel Gun for gun, streets filled with rivers of blood Raising the PJ's of real niggas and thugs Eye For an eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for Blood Coming to a theater near you, it's all Love Gun for gun, streets filled with rivers of Blood Raising the PJ's of real niggas and thugs I make Mussolini wear a kufi I talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holding his Uzi Peering through curtains, who would I murder? Pearl Silas to a screw on my burner.44 Caliber to new Nat Turner I make Hitler wear A yarmulke KKK celebrate Kwanzaa, Should I pursue further? I'm like Tutankhamen with The tools of my garment Put a few of 'em unconscious, the moon and the stars lit Light Up the hood, it looks like a techno club We slam dance to this music when the Tec Blow slugs It's ghetto thugs Welfare and poor Education Then gang love sitting in the federal Waiting Gun for gun, streets filled with rivers of Blood Raising the PJ's of real niggas and thugs Eye for eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for Blood Coming to a theater near you, it's all Love What the Malcolm think split second 'fore he Was shot? Did he think to hit the deck On the floor before he drop? Or did he just say, "Fuck it, I'ma die For my brothers"? 'Cause by killing him just made His words teach others Like Martin Luther King, he Preached peace, they still got him Like the West-East beef, finally that shit is rotten Place Yourself in the shoes of a people's leader From Drug kingpin to president, either is off the meter Your best man can turn into squeezer, burn you Or leave ya Beside a lonely road or inside A meat freezer That's the way it goes on The third rock from the sun A lone circle In the light where we begun Where we become A follower to a general With soldiers in front That move off every word of your tongue Fearless And ruthless when you was young Pulling your gun, Not scared to shoot shit Remember it was all In the fun Is this power you wanted? Can you control over hundred minds? And these are grown men who've killed over a Hundred times Every champ team has an archrival And It takes one time to mess up and niggas Don't like you You start to want peace, niggas Want you deceased Your money low, niggas want you To go Who else but I could bring the Most haunting flow? You're soon to see the best of me From A boy, man to a king, hear out my Destiny Gun for gun, streets filled with rivers of Blood Raising the PJ's of real niggas and thugs Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, blood For blood Coming to a theater near you, It's all love I'm diving in a world of Words Thinking 'bout my literacy Energy to get Beyond the birds Silicone MCs Fraudulent audiences With they fraudulent feed These fraudulent MCs Gonna Drain a river of blood, nigga, as I watch Them bleed I look to the clouds, Grip my mic Like seventeen swords and slice and Slice What I feel is everything just ain't real You ain't the streets, what, you got heat? You gonna shoot him, gonna shoot me You bigger Than every other G I seen M16 got clips, Got beams This is Sleepy Hollow, I got Roscoe's I got hollows, I got pile Loads of hollows In hollow stock holds Got rhymes Equivalent to Glock loads I got one in the Chamber and seventeen in the clip Dip, Chip, pop, roll, born from the boat Born in The East, raised in the West Coast You niggas Is bread, 'bout to be toast I'm too true And I do the most Tec, two semi-Tecs Look Me in my eyes, splurging Training sane to the Membrane, brain surgeon Sleep then slept Once I came In, the oxygen left I can't help it if You can't catch a breath I'm a horseman since Eight, nine or ten I'ma throw at 'em 'bout Eight, nine or ten I to the L to The L to the W The I to the L to the L to bring to O-G Gun For gun, streets filled with rivers of blood Raising The PJ's of real niggas and thugs Eye for An eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for blood Coming to a theater near you, it's all love Nigga, holla What up? Priest, Nasdaq, Al Jones Yeah, Yeah What up, son? What up? What up?