Crawl

I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down



And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown



Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone



Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well



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Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under



Big pipes soundin' like thunder



Skated by the skin of my teeth



I had to put a man in his place last week



Now why you wanna come at me?



I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes



Wrong nigga for threats



Lone nigga wit long chrome



And we can dance till one of us drop



You score points fallin' wit good formation



I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn



The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun



To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war



Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher



Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod



That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard



But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night



And you can't come outside without fear



Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'?



Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner



Keep me on your mind and don't slumber



Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass



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M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn



Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn



Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit



Squeeze off, let em know how real this is



M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer



No other gun runners keep a round like this



From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death



Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block



Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen



We all been through action, you know the last me blastin'



The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake



Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it



You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets



Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies



Still nuttin' pop but the shells



These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel



A gun runner nigga for real nigga



Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle



Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip



Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit



While you layin bloodied up in the Six



Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce



Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out



Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet



You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us



Everyday is like Fourth of July to us



Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch



Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched



Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched



Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge



While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head



Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray



Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way



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