Written by: David Veira
By heavy demand of the crowd that I vowed, heart felt loyalty to
I'm gonna dig deep inside so I can provide them with the out right
destruction of you
Due to the fact you want to talk about guns,
When we all know you're shaking in your boots
I'm gonna turn my back cause those things I don't pack,
This is my gun now watch how it shoots
First real slow so they'll be no,
Confusion in the ear's of my peers
Perfect diction, his made up fiction,
Shows he must not of got licks in some years
Give a man a couple of years,
And he swears he can step in the ring
Better learn how to mime, certainly can't rhyme,
Mouth's moving but not saying a thing
Ok let's bring it your way gun play,
Bro I stay in the light without fear
If you're packing a gun out of 4 your at least one
Dumb, shook, a crook or a teddy bear
Want me to break it down for you say yah,
I like that it shows me you're listening out there
Dumb cause if it jams son you're done,
Or have to run for your life at top speed
Shook cause now you gotta look behind your back,
Cause the man black now wants you to bleed
Take heed if you got a job don't go back,
Cause they'll be watching your every move
Only thing left to do is to become a crook,
Cause to the ladies you have something to prove
Now if you get caught for one of the four or just the gun,
For every bullet it's a year
Go ahead talk tech-9 that has 32,
Locked down being somebody's teddy bear.
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