Gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker! Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke motherfucker!
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I fight back I ain't rollin' over on my back Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta fight back I rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back
I need seven brothers to roll, I mean some real shit ready to bust, bust again and again Snatch the chains off the my man, this is a stick-up I bring no funds, just came to snatch the guns Check it, brothers spread the whole damn store Don't leave nothin', don't a witness black man is armed, another man's alarmed This is the Vietnam, set it off in the North
My moms is down with it, pops is Something's got to give, I'm a powder keg Ready to stick a bank, a high-powered tank Newsflash, Nubian, takin' fifty hostages Take 'em in the basement, feed the punks (Yo if I get 'em) [Incomprehensible] from hostess the fagot in the back for actin' like that
From New York, in the East, I'm the black man I the cops for a beef that I had, but they didn't do A fuckin' thing, tellin' me to down As if they was a father red in the face And threatened me with mace, so check it out (Hey!) So now I'm the wise guy but they tryin' to bend That's why I'm here to
Aiyyo the fuckin' gat! Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to smoke motherfucker!
me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't rollin' over on my back Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta fight back I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I fight back I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back
me the gat, and just like that, I squeeze Like a man from the Old West See I rest in Rule, keep a tool You don't want be the that my burner makes toast 'Cause today's is Uzi does it I got the stashed in the attic And it's an emphatic now If you think you the life of me without a fight
Huh, I my gun with a rip rod Here comes the God who eat pig lard Lord J A M A R Never passive, the grows massive We get wreck with the tech, blow your with nine we got the shotty for your body Rodney King this God-ly king I take a whippin', I'll dump a fuckin' clip in
The police, who us no peace, to be deceased I'll have a feast, as I to slay the beast So my advice to black men, stay aiyyo yo, pass that
Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta strapped I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin'
me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin' Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta stay strapped I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I stay strapped I rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta strapped I rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back the gat!