Lyrics Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun (DJ Cheapshot Remix) - Beastie Boys

I′mmmmm...
Rolling down the hill I'm snowballing getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age and .22 is my gauge
I′m writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage
′Cause I′m out on a mission a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street holmes and you know you got had
Because it′s all high spirit, you know you gotta' hear it
Don′t touch the mic baby don't come near it
It′s gonna get you, it's gonna get you
It's gonna get you girl it′s gonna get you
Lookin′ down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch
Getting paid, getting rich
Ultra violence be running through my head
Cole Madenia y'all makin′ me see red
Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'ma′ die harder like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies waxin' and milkin′
Coordinating chimp is my man Dave Scilken [(Smokie)]
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam
I am like Clockwork Orange goin' off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I′m mad at my desk and I′d be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin′ a sucker freebasin'
You′re looking for a fist to put your face in
Well get hip get hip don't slip you knuckle heads
Racism is schism on a serious tip