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by Bounty Killer feat Mobb Deep & Rappin' Noyd
Lyrics by: Bounty Killer, Havoc, Prodigy
# Debut Chart
48 Oct '98 R&B
79 Oct '98 Hot 100


I saw these fools trying to get around Trying to let me down and all that, ha But I got an easier way to let them drown With these Guns of Navarrone I shall shoot them like Al Capone Take dem to the zones of bones Like that, whoa (Unintelligible Bounty Killer rap) Yo, done They tried to knock me down, Bury me under Big pipes sounding 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 with long chrome And we could dance Till one of us drop You score points falling With good formation I'm the wrong nigga for patience Wrong one at done The very last nigga You should ever blast your gun To the floor Acting like you going to war Now you fucked up Here come a real rocket launcher Flame thrower Rule with a iron rod That be the Ruger Y'all niggas keep trying 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 walking Foot soldier catch you At the store's corner Keep me on your mind And don't slumber Man, the minute you slip with those That's your ass (Unintelligible Bounty Killer rap) Yo, it's like this, done Ayo, cock that shit, pop that shit Squeeze off, let 'em know How real this is M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P With Bounty Killer No other gun runners Keep a round like this Drom Q-U-double-E-N-S My born borough Till the day of my death Whether in shit I been in Running down the block Spraying shots with the Lindon Listen We all been through action You know the last man blasting The last man standing Pack shit longer than bare wake Neither the jake Or the snakes gon' stop it You know the Mobb Letting off rockets Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies Still nothing pop but the shells These ain't words from hell These are slugs, something you feel A gun runner, nigga, for real, yo Hear my gat blow Make you spit out crack The actual, that brand new six That you couldn't seem to whip Empty the clip Make sure no friendly get hit While you laying Bloodied up in the six Flee the frontline Dismantle gat and bounce Then watch the twelve o'clock news And hear them shout you out

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Plug leak, slip rug Right from under your feet You running 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 with 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 slipping off the edge Your shorty's giving me head Cocking them legs like guns When I'm cocking to spray Popping your way Sending shit that's hot your way (Unintelligible Bounty Killer rap)


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