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[B.G.]
I got `em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I`ll letcha have it
When it comes to guns, I`m one of the best
Get a few to the head, then a few to the chest
I`ve been ridin` - puttin` bitch-niggas six in the dirt
At a young age hopped off the porch puttin` in work
I`m a soldier - fuck with me don`t say I ain`t told ya
I`ll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya
Blues your dog and letcha know I don`t play
Have your family grievin`, singin` Amazin` Grace
And whoever call theyself comin` out there with ya
I`ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that nigga
Bustin` heads ain`t nothin` to me - I`ve been doin` it
And if you`re smart you don`t want trouble with me
If you want it, believe I ain`t gon` hesitate to bring it
I`ll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
I`m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I`m a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker
[B.G.]
Nigga, I swear, you don`t want me to go off
`Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I`ma show off
Your head definitely gon` get blowed off
I have no conscience at all
I continue to get my roll on
Murder, murder, kill, kill: that`s all I know
Hustle `til mornin` and get the dope, man: that`s all I know
I was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shit
I was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quick
Remember I was seven, put my hands on my first weapon
Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11
Ever since that, I fell in love with guns
Saved my allowance for a month and got me one
My cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was on
Nigga made me feel played, I had to upset his home
Now, if you want drama, I don`t hesitate to bring it
I up that AK-47 and start to sling it
(Hook-2x [B.G.])
[B.G.]
When it`s on my mind, I`m ready for whatever, nigga
I`ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga
Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one `til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin` slow with no lights, tryin` to creep
That`s me, and I`m there to tear down the whole street
B.G. don`t play no games, I`m `bout sprayin`
When you see me, all you gon` see is flucka-flucka-flame!!
Brains on the ground - yellow tape all around
People sayin`, That had to be a nigga from uptown.
When I`m lose, I`m lose - when I`m strapped, I`ma use it
`Cause I ain`t gon` have that in my hand and don`t shoot it
I`ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows
I only put hollow tips in my barrel
You wanna battle - nigga, I`ma bring noise
I got to show ya I`m a original Hot Boy, and a-
(Hook [B.G.])
-gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I`m a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
I`m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I`m a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
I`m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I`m a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker
I`m a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I`m a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker
[B.G. {talking}]
Nigga, checkmate
Nigga, checkmate!
Wrong move, nigga - checkmate!
