Breath heavy got haze in my lungs, i aint but a raisen in the sun, ma dont be playin whare im from, think its a game can take it to the guns Cops comin then im blazin them, they put me in the cage here they come, mother fuckers be playin Wea im from, think its a we can take it to the guns
Born in the gutter, in the slums i dont talkin we can take it to the guns, got a problem somethin im sayin to you son, take it how you want it, we can it to the guns
Born in the gutter, in the slums i dont like talkin we can it to the guns, yea you me and now you playin with my guns, im a take you to blood, we can it to the guns
1] I dunno what they doin there, but go off over here, i dont no if they shoot fair ones or shake hands there, but go off over here, i dunno if they from outta town or if lost over there, but homie this New York here, get Off'd over here, no the boss over here, we dont go get guns, we walk wit em, yea, i dont no what they say in courts over there, but aint no soft over here, get offed over here, dont no body over here, we take ourtime and go up north here, always say chill let it slide, niggas violate you when say let it ride, or die niggas never hide, and the ones who always say let it ride, never ride, so quick to swear on who died, swearin on your man and you no you lied, but you shouldn't take a pride, take kindness for weakness, thats why im kind, always seen comin i was never blind, to me its 13 im ahead of time, i no you through my man so you aint no of mine, hit you 7 times wit the 9, o parden yourself i you say it 7 times, 14 a hundred mac multiplies, spoke with sign language, said slice pack, i with body language and gave him his knife back, so dont ask why im takin it like that, because i it how you put it, now take it right back,
Born in the gutter, raised in the i like talkin we can take it to the guns, got a problem with im sayin to you son, take it how you it, we can take it to the guns
Born in the gutter, raised in the i dont talkin we can take it to the guns, yea you beside me and now you with my guns, im a you to blood, we can take it to the guns
2] I smoke a large for cheaper, my gun game like a cough and fever, niggas straight birds a hawk and geizer, but they run on you like a and a cheetah, we real niggas so when we through they great us, over and talk to us egor, why your man pealin off when he see us, he one of them hot head niggas, cool off in the freezer, thats my word i his boss out his sneakers, the nigga ran so fast he his adidas, even as a had the force of a leader, to teachers with thoughts of a thinker, me and him strong side by side, try to walk in between us, stand beside us or lay underneath us, jackson like michael, keys like alicia, mats like burney to get friends like aretha, pigs playin for keps, them wanna keep us, because we walk the walk and talk the nina, im tossin the heata, i tryin to get cought without it, but i tryin to get cought with it neither,
Born in the gutter, in the slums i dont like talkin we can it to the guns, got a problem with somethin im to you son, take it how you want it, we can it to the guns
Born in the gutter, in the slums i dont talkin we can take it to the guns, yea you beside me and now you playin my guns, im a you to blood, we can take it to the guns
3] You dont really wanna take it there, us dudes smell fear, all the heads say they love you when you let em get by, all really love is crack, they just wanna get high, in my hood they dont about a couple of chumps, when the gun boys come, all want is them guns, but when the narcs you up, it shatter dreams, they bag you and bag a fein, the judge threw the at my man, we had a team, like throwin books, thats why i throw magazines, yall got a drama and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana, if i say xxxx you, i aint gunna give you the middle finger, real say xxxx you with the triger finger, run on your and hit you like a bolita, i toke and poke feevers, and park rims for you, and plot smart schames for you, after bang with you they call the man on you, he snitchin on his own colors, man for you, the white man cought you becuse the man saw you, heard when hoped outta that dark van on you, your whole fear bounced, your ark ran on you, what you expect niggas to candals for you, gun aint jammed on you, your hearts jammed on you, spoke with gang sign language, slice pack, i spoke with body language and gave him his back, dont ever ask why im it like that, i took it how you put it, now take it back,
I lost a lotta homies to the gun, killas chase you to ya grave if you run, 20 ta life they playin wit you son, so think you take it to the gun