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What you think you gonna do with that gun?

I′m a gonna get'chu with it!

Now you give me that gun before you hurt somebody with it!I′ll give it to ya!

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Fuck me? Fuck you

I'm throwing up my middle, I hit'cha up with my AR pistol

They can′t be pellets the way that the car was writtled

Turned his bones into grease, so I made his whip into scrap metal

Bullets boomerang, ricochet echo

But he had GEICO insurance, gecko

SKs, AKs, ARs and MACs

Thumpers, hammers, pistols, gats, ugh!

A gun can protect you

But it can also be the death of you

Gotta know what to do

Accidently shot himself and his homeboy, too (Where at?)

Turned his brain into goo

Best friend, now his family wanna sue

What kinda of roller was it? A .22

He had one in the chamber he never knew

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Ugh!

AR-15s, Mini 14s

MP5s, M16s

I′m a bully with fully, like Mess & Juice

Still up in the stove with my bulletproof

Apron making five hundred bucks an hour

Bringing home the bacon me and my tower of power

Top shelf not recon or flower (What is?)

But nickel rob mosquito, white lobster

Like Winchester, Smith & Wesson, AK-47

I'll teach yo ass a lesson

Machine gun or a rifle

Some people favorite rep (is what) is the Bible

You can lose your life over pennies, automatics, semis

Hit′chu up outta bounds coming out of Burger King or Wendy's

The post′ll never leave the crib without yo gun

Bust round dope 'round

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Ugh!

Fresh out the box, brand new chops

With the cleaning kit, never been shot

Try′na pull a lick, but he got popped

Shot him in his dick, and they called the cops

Even Suburban people got guns

Why? For home invasions

.223s, Israel Uzis

Colt .45s, 9 millimees

12 gauge, sawed-off pump

Gotta be a renegade, when it come to funk

Some people got a switchblade, if they ain't gotta gun

I rather knuckle up and fade, 'cause I ain′t a punk

I been hustling since 11th grade, and now I′m done

My mission is to get paid, and buy what I want

Communion jack of all trades, right now I'm hella drunk

Been drinking, perking all day, ′bout to smoke this blunt, bitch!

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