[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
If they’re taking what you earned and you always getting burned
Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang
They wanna take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot
I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang
Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch
Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang
You wanna fuck with my gang?
We’ll be bringing you the pain
It ain’t ever gonna change
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was born
Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor
Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance
Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons
Most popular of course, the AK-47
Bought a dirty bomb for 900k in North Yemen
We the shifty-faced personification of militants
Facilitate pistol spray, incredible distance
Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cold technology
Orchestrated chaos catapult fear in society
Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet
Make your choice, feast or famine, we creep with cannons
And spray everything, like a firetruck and such
Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch
Or the Branch Davidian compound around town
Doomsday can start now, motherfuck a countdown
If they’re taking what you earned and you always getting burned
Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang
They wanna take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot
I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang
Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch
Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang
You wanna fuck with my gang?
We’ll be bringing you the pain
It ain’t ever gonna change
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was born
Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor
Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance
Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons
Most popular of course, the AK-47
Bought a dirty bomb for 900k in North Yemen
We the shifty-faced personification of militants
Facilitate pistol spray, incredible distance
Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cold technology
Orchestrated chaos catapult fear in society
Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet
Make your choice, feast or famine, we creep with cannons
And spray everything, like a firetruck and such
Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch
Or the Branch Davidian compound around town
Doomsday can start now, motherfuck a countdown
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