(Chorus / Havoc):Cause in the long run we could be on sonIt's on sonExtra cash just for more gunsCause in the long run we could be on sonIt's on sonExtra cash just for more gunsLet's start the warfare....(Ty Nitty):Yo Ty Nitty, airforce one's call up my dunsGot more niggas seeds on sesame bunsCaught a body on the runYou don't want none, lump someExort niggas for they lump sum no doubtProceed,where that weed indeedHavoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed(Havoc):My whole mission, like a platoon take positionAin't goin in if my clique can't get inThat's word to mines have you stressed like jail timeGet that loot up, no doubt I bail minesEasy accessShorty straight up hit the mattressHave you role playin just like a actressMy tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flipsI black outTake it to the gatsFuck this rap shitLet my niggas shineRate my rhymes like a dimeSwollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas(Prodigy):Who's the one to be made into exampleNigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this timeWhat! (gunshots)My mobb'll get on top ya, topple yaLike a fall guy you fell down clownHeard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)Ten years later still hold a firm groundNigga P thuglyEnter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gunWhat up G?I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rapYou seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gatsGot juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimpLet's rap a tasteYou get your little head pinched offBrooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish offFuck a ----- Keith Murray and his whole cliqueYea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshitTold you come around the corner, no police and no witnessesLittle to your knowledgeYou almost got shot but that's aiight thoughI'm a catch ya ass againYou fuckin immigrant ------ for two centMy Mobb runnin shit you fuckin Carlton Ave cowardThe forecast call for gray skies and gun showers(Chorus / Havoc):Cause in the long run we could be on sonIt's on sonExtra cash just for more gunsCause in the long run we could be on sonIt's on sonExtra cash just for more guns
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(Chorus / Havoc):
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....
(Ty Nitty):
Yo Ty Nitty, airforce one's call up my duns
Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns
Caught a body on the run
You don't want none, lump some
Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt
Proceed,where that weed indeed
Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed
(Havoc):
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
Fuck this rap shit
Let my niggas shine
Rate my rhymes like a dime
Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas
(Prodigy):
Who's the one to be made into example
Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time
What! (gunshots)
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 (gunshot)
Ten years later still hold a firm ground
Nigga 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
Fuck a ----- Keith Murray and his whole clique
Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit
Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses
Little to your knowledge
You almost got shot but that's aiight though
I'm a catch ya ass again
You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent
My Mobb runnin shit you fuckin Carlton Ave coward
The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers
(Chorus / Havoc):
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
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