[bounty killer]
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
*begins chanting and rhyming*
[prodigy]
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?
Im 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
Im 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, yall niggas keep tryin hard
But who the loser when you cant walk your hood at night
And you cant come outside without fear
Am I in your thoughts often? while you be walkin?
Foot soldier catch you at the stores corner
Keep me on your mind and dont slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those, thats your ass
*bounty killer rhymes and chants*
[big noyd]
M-o-b-b dunn, lets get it on dunn
Wit bounty killer, yo its 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 ac-tion, 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 aint words from hell
These are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real nigga
[havoc]
Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack
The actual, that brand new six that you couldnt seem to whip
Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
While you layin bloodied up in the six
Flee the frontline, dismantle gap and bounce
Then watch the twelve oclock news and hear them shout you out
Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet
You runnin the streets, you dont want no problems wit us
Everyday is like fourth of july to us
Henny in my cup beside the gat youll 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 shortys givin me head
Cockin em legs like guns when Im cockin to spray
Poppin your way, sendin shit thats hot your way
*bounty killer rhymes and chants*
