B.G. - Gun Slinger Lyrics
[b.g.]I got em all from revolver semi-automatics, automaticsGrenades, assault rifles - run up, Ill letcha have itWhen it comes to guns, Im one of the bestGet a few to the head, then a few to the chestIve been ridin - puttin *****-niggas six in the dirtAt a young age hopped off the porch puttin in workIm a soldier - ***** with me dont say I aint told yaIll catch ya with your drawers down and *****-over yaBlues your dog and letcha know I dont playHave your family grievin, singin amazin graceAnd whoever call theyself comin out there with yaIma up, *****, and knock the brains out that niggaBustin heads aint nothin to me - Ive been doin itAnd if youre smart you dont want trouble with meIf you want it, believe I aint gon hesitate to bring itIll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it(hook-2x [b.g.])Im a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerIm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker[b.g.]Nigga, I swear, you dont want me to go offcause when I go off, believe, nigga, ima show offYour head definitely gon get blowed offI have no conscience at allI continue to get my roll onMurder, murder, kill, kill: thats all I knowHustle til mornin and get the dope, man: thats all I knowI was raised in the streets, ***** - taught that g shitI was told, nigga (? ? ) knock him off his feet quickRemember I was seven, put my hands on my first weaponDaddy taught me how to pop a clip in a mack-11Ever since that, I fell in love with gunsSaved my allowance for a month and got me oneMy cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was onNigga made me feel played, I had to upset his homeNow, if you want drama, I dont hesitate to bring itI up that ak-47 and start to sling it(hook-2x [b.g.])[b.g.]When its on my mind, Im ready for whatever, niggaIma take this beef straight to another level, niggaYour sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, niggaWhack your clique one by one til no one left in it, niggaSpot the car movin slow with no lights, tryin to creepThats me, and Im there to tear down the whole streetB.g. dont play no games, Im bout sprayinWhen you see me, all you gon see is flucka-flucka-flame!!Brains on the ground - yellow tape all aroundPeople sayin, that had to be a nigga from uptown.When Im lose, Im lose - when Im strapped, ima use itcause I aint gon have that in my hand and dont shoot itIma abuse it - bust hollows like cupid bust arrowsI only put hollow tips in my barrelYou wanna battle - nigga, ima bring noiseI got to show ya Im a original hot boy, and a-(hook [b.g.])-gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerIm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checkerIm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerIm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checkerIm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerIm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checkerIm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerIm a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker[b.g. {talking}]Nigga, checkmateNigga, checkmate!Wrong move, nigga - checkmate!
