Gun Music Royce Da 5'9"

[Sample]
"You get old enough, you remember a reason why everybody wants to whack you
You believe them all, but you know somebody got to be lying
Or maybe, they're all lying
When you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble, baby
You're in trouble"

[Hook]
Gun music, fuck a ho, slap a foe, smoke a blunt to it
If you're a chump, turn it off, this is dump music
If you're a boss, send them niggas to the store to it
That old school shit
This is that gun music, fuck a ho, slap a foe, smoke a blunt to it
If you're a chump, turn it down, this is thump music
If you're a boss, send them killers on a prow to it, now bow to it
This is that gun music

[Verse 1]
Fuck a hit, radio can suck a dick
I go to MTV and 106 to buck a clip
Shoot that nigga Terrence in his head
If he tell him "fuck his mama" then he probably got his parent in his bed
Hardbody, flow should be illegal like a sawed shotty
Come to the Mo, you better call somebody
Slap a sissy ass nigga cause he sissy ass
I don't need no motherfucking reason, I'll pick his past
Niggas be like, "why you so mad, Nickel?", shut the fuck up
I tell the fliest bitch in the world I'm just as stuck up
Yeah, and that's how I feel, fight me about it
Down to do time over this shit, write me about it
I'm ending any problems, sometimes, I even start them
I take a nigga balls off them, leotard them
Pop go the motherfucking weasel like a R-A-G-E in Harlem
Nigga this is that