[00:15.14]'Cause in the long run
[00:16.21]We could be on son
[00:17.28]It's on son
[00:18.39]Extra cash just for more guns
[00:19.94]'Cause in the long run
[00:21.26]We could be on son
[00:22.49]It's on son
[00:23.26]Extra cash just for more guns
[00:24.97]Let's start the warfare
[00:25.68]Yo Ty Nitty Air Force Ones call up my duns
[00:28.50]Got more ****ing seeds on sesame buns
[00:30.86]Caught a body on the run
[00:32.47]You don't want none lump some
[00:34.29]Exort shit for they lump sum no doubt
[00:36.30]Proceed where that shit indeed
[00:37.59]Havoc laced the track razor sharp you bleed
[00:39.97]My whole mission like a platoon take position
[00:43.09]Ain't goin' in if my clique can't get in
[00:46.05]That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time
[00:48.52]Get that loot up no doubt I bail mines
[00:51.19]Easy access
[00:51.86]Shorty straight up hit the mattress
[00:54.20]Have you role playin' just like a actress
[00:56.41]My tactics leavin' niggas stuck doin' back flips
[00:58.85]I black out take it to the gats
[01:00.80]**** this rap shit let my niggas shine
[01:03.08]Rate my rhymes like a dime
[01:04.45]Swollen bullet wounds head ass niggas
[01:06.64]Yo who's the one to be made into example
[01:09.14]Bitch you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time
[01:12.04]What
[01:12.24]My Mobb'll get on top ya topple ya
[01:15.26]Like a fall guy you fell down clown
[01:17.21]Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now
[01:19.82]Ten years later still hold a firm ground
[01:22.58]Bitch P thugly
[01:23.59]Enter the ring wit something
[01:25.07]For anyone who wanna play gun what up G
[01:27.64]I'll clap you stop in your tracks how about that
[01:30.54]Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap
[01:33.07]You seen strapped came outside all hype wit gats
[01:35.46]Got juiced up now Bishop think he thuggin' it black pimp
[01:38.22]Let's rap a taste you get your little head pinched off
[01:40.80]Brooklyn touched you then left you for Queens to finish off
[01:43.58]**** a (unverified) Keith Murray and his whole clique
[01:46.20]Yeah you snuffed me in front of the cops that bitch
[01:48.83]Told you come around the corner
[01:50.14]No police and no witnesses little to your knowledge
[01:52.69]You almost got shot but that's aright though
[01:54.90]I'ma catch ya ass again
[01:56.42]You ****ing immigrant (unverified) for two cent
[01:59.28]My Mobb runnin' ****ing Carlton Ave coward
[02:01.67]The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers
[02:04.91]
[02:10.95]'Cause in the long run
[02:14.49]We could be on son
[02:15.41]It's on son
[02:19.29]
[02:23.15]Extra cash just for more guns
[02:27.64]'Cause in the long run
[02:29.82]We could be on son
[02:32.74]It's on son
[02:33.81]Extra cash just for more guns

'Cause in the long run
We could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
'Cause in the long run
We could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
Let's start the warfare
Yo Ty Nitty Air Force Ones call up my duns
Got more ****ing seeds on sesame buns
Caught a body on the run
You don't want none lump some
Exort shit for they lump sum no doubt
Proceed where that shit indeed
Havoc laced the track razor sharp you bleed
My whole mission like a platoon take position
Ain't goin' in if my clique can't get in
That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time
Get that loot up no doubt I bail mines
Easy access
Shorty straight up hit the mattress
Have you role playin' just like a actress
My tactics leavin' niggas stuck doin' back flips
I black out take it to the gats
**** this rap shit let my niggas shine
Rate my rhymes like a dime
Swollen bullet wounds head ass niggas
Yo who's the one to be made into example
Bitch you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time
What
My Mobb'll get on top ya topple ya
Like a fall guy you fell down clown
Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now
Ten years later still hold a firm ground
Bitch P thugly
Enter the ring wit something
For anyone who wanna play gun what up G
I'll clap you stop in your tracks how about that
Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap
You seen strapped came outside all hype wit gats
Got juiced up now Bishop think he thuggin' it black pimp
Let's rap a taste you get your little head pinched off
Brooklyn touched you then left you for Queens to finish off
**** a (unverified) Keith Murray and his whole clique
Yeah you snuffed me in front of the cops that bitch
Told you come around the corner
No police and no witnesses little to your knowledge
You almost got shot but that's aright though
I'ma catch ya ass again
You ****ing immigrant (unverified) for two cent
My Mobb runnin' ****ing Carlton Ave coward
The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers
'Cause in the long run
We could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
'Cause in the long run
We could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns