Track 13

You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me

My gun got many ways to get you
You get hit with a missile and live
You would need barbed wire to stitch you
This is not fictional, this here is typical
I will bring it to your door
If you can't see the visual
Black Manson, won't you ask him
How I have sex with the trigger
Just to make the barrel orgasm
Remember when it started, nobody protected me
Had to make way for school in
The mornin' and niggas sweatin' me
Where you from? Like shit
I'm tired of niggas questionin' me
Now I'm in
I gotta have that thing next to me
Went to my pop's closet
The next day I'm pullin' up my pants
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let the hawk spit
With a killin' instinct
Like some of these students gonna
Have an early coffin

You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me
You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me

Now I got a love Jones for that still on
Michael Jackson niggas
The fifth'll change your skin tone
Sniper guns'll chirp
They'll prolly chirp silent when your
Nextel is off speakerphone
How real is that? Never
Now niggas do dirt in daylight
Cause the is clever i resign to the fact
That any where the drama is at i'm reclinin'
Keep your wordplay intact
And 50 couldn't say it better
Can't find you
Show me where his mama live at
You a gangsta, I'm not one
But it doesn't mean by all means
I'm not very able to pump a shotgun
And watch as you with the MAC or the Ruger
Nigga I got options
So while you play possum, I sit and watch 'em
Creepin', Nas got his so you fucked
If you don't got one

You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard meYou can die
On the strength of my gun, you heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me

I don't know about you, but see
Baby I'm ruthless
Try to fight me, and see, baby you're useless
Shots from the MAC do more
Than have you toothless
The sound is exclusive, bang bang bang, boom

I explode like a Vietnam bomb
Hotter than firemans but my
Hand got a firearm
Fire at your arm, titty, and hands
Breakin' your palms
Usin' them to snatch purses the
Brand of Louis Vuitton
Nigga, what type of shit you
On? It's simple mass destruction
Revengeance, tension, you see I've had enough
Did I mention? I sniff you pussy niggas out
The smell that you bring has
Aroma like an incensce
Play matrix, see if you the one
It's a million ways to die and
This here is number one
And that's starin' down a barrel of a gun
After I smack you 'til it's
Gun powder on your tongue
Cause boy them shells get hotter than the sun
And boy when I spit
Please be prepared to run
Boy, don't forget to have a vest when I come
Cause I'll hit your chest and
Clog up your lungs mothafucka

You can die on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard meYou can die
On the strength of my gun, you heard me?
Mama's cry on the strength of my gun
You heard me?
Ride on the strength of my gun, you heard me?
You heard me, you heard me