Gunsmoke

When them ties get crossed, they gotta stay there
Stay there
Niggers straddle on that fence, he gotta lay there
Lay there
You know the streets a dirty game and they don't play fair
At all
That's real talk and I done spent every day there
Real talk
They ain't really about that life and they don't trap neither
Hit them with that hot 16, like a rap feature
For real
And I come with more problems than a math teacher
You know it
Let that chopper clear a crowd like a bad singer
Ha
Might be certain from afar, but when you up close- Get up close...
You can see, man, these niggers ain't cutthroat
At all
And they ain't really down to go and let them guns go
At all
Nigga knowing Rambo will do it up close
For sure
AR with the scope, looking like I hunt folk
You know it
Hundred on it, that's a whole lot of gun smoke
AR with the scope, looking like I hunt folk
Guarantee they gon' treat me with the utmost
Respect
You know when them ties get crossed
Damn
Niggers lives get lost
That's fucked up
AKs come out, them nines get tossed
But you don't want to be at point if mines get crossed
They gon' treat me with the utmost- Respect
Either that or it's gun smoke
They ain't cut what I'm cut for
No
Every man for they self, guess it's cutthroat
If it ever was a problem, wouldn't be a problem
Be a problem
Chopper bullet shitty, you know how I solve them
You know how I solve them
We gon' get straight to it, it ain't no need for talking
Let it get a little dark, then go and spark
I'm on my way
Niggers talking like they want it, oh, who bought it then?
Young niggers give me that go on what they hiding in
I'm on my way
Four niggers, four choppers, and two sliding vans
Hundred rounds, Mickey Mouses, they know what time it is
Play with us, don't give a fuck, nigga, we spray you up
I'm in a rush, smoke big blunts, nigga, I'm papered up
They was tough, shit got rough, oh, now they fake as fuck
L-O-N for life, at the top, you know it's only us
That's all
It's a cold, cold world in these lonely streets
Cold, cold world
Can't vouch for the rest, I am only me
Only me
Pull a chair up to that table like this only beef
Only beef
And there is no love, bitch, we only eat
You know when them ties get crossed
Damn
Niggers lives get lost
That's fucked up
AKs come out, them nines get tossed
But you don't want to be at point if mines get crossed
They gon' treat me with the utmost- Respect
Either that or it's gun smoke
They ain't cut what I'm cut for
No
Every man for they self, guess it's cutthroat
30 Niggers all black, standing with them heaters
Strapped
Yelling L-O-N for life, pledging they allegiance
For life
And they on go, I just gotta call it when I need them
Mr
Greedy, then a nigga make them bite the hand that feed them
Nigga, we can call it even
Even
Your life for some money, pistol in that nigga mouth
Oh, yeah
Now he talking funny
Bullet in that nigga head
In his head
Now he walking funny
Put a tag on that nigga like he cost some money
Nigga, you ain't talking nothing, so where the action at?
Where it's at?
Choppers on deck, nigga, and I be clapping that
You know it
So why the fuck you think they love me when I rap like that?
Why?
They know I'm leaning, but why I gotta act like that?
Ha
Niggas switching sides, but I ain't worried
You dig me?
Because I'll get a nigga buried
Yeah
If I ain't 100 rounds, I'm at least 30
I'm a shooter, little bro a shooter, we the Currys
You know when them ties get crossed
Damn
Niggers lives get lost
That's fucked up
AKs come out, them nines get tossed
But you don't want to be at point if mines get crossed
They gon' treat me with the utmost- Respect
Either that or it's gun smoke
They ain't cut what I'm cut for
No
Every man for they self, guess it's cutthroat