(feat. Cross, Flashy, Infa-Red, Jadakiss, Kartoon)



[Hook]

Keep the gun cocked

Keep the gun cocked

Keep the gun cocked

The hood know what it is

Keep the gun cocked

Keep the gun cocked

Represent Double R

The hood know what it is

Keep the gun cocked

Keep the gun cocked

Boost the crime rate

The hood know what it is

I'm in the hood 'cause I fuck with the thugs

Tryin' to figure out why the money never added up to the love



[Verse 1]

I be around but I just be outta sight

And I'ma be spittin till the world run outta mics

In the hood till the projects run outta mice

Bettin' heavy 'till the bodegas run outta dice

And I'm workin with more hammers than you can imagine

And when I get in the booth I do it with passion niggaz

It's the same old kiss mango six

Seats suede listening to something Sheek just laid

And sometimes I feel I oughta chill

And I ain't scared but I guess it's only right

when you rein' with a quarter mill

Your ends go up your mens go down

It's like tryin to roll a dutch with the windows down

And I'm comin from the gulliest blocks

Winter time drug game slow my niggaz pump skullies and socks

But I ain't gonna challenge you to talk

I'ma see you when I see you with the bats, hi calibers and hawks- what



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[Verse 2]

Ayo you hatin' on Infa.Red get on line

I got more fans than the project building in the summer time

Shit on your idol smack your protege

Kick your moms in the back crack her vertebrae

And fagots only respect pressure

If you ballin' why you staring at old Moet bottles on your dresser

And I'm not the one to brag

But I put more red dots on you than a target bag

I sew your body up in a mattress

Put you in the basement use you for target practice

I feel like Q when her pushed Bishop off the roof

These niggaz in the hood keep sayin I got the juice

I'm a hustler first a rapper second

Don't tell Hove or L.A. Reid that's off the record

I just tripled my advance

you Hummer stuntin like you got birds

you only getting points off grams-cock sucka



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

I don't wanna hear about your set or wherever you claim

Don't tell me 'bout oh boy, whatever his name

Don't you know in anybody hood barettas'll reign

New York don't think O-dog is jealous of Kane

I'm never mad at a nigga about the letter he bang

I tell niggaz to get they money up and better they aim

Controversial sales'll let me make a controversial statement

I will murder everybody in this game stop hatin'

If it's true that the rap game ain't far from coke

I could tell you how many bubbles in a bar of soap

I'm Double R biatch that's V.I.P

Ghetto parks on me, street niggaz might need to see ID

K in the truck on the low-low

Even got the house on hydrolics it's jumpin with doe doe

Keep a lil something somethin' kissin that waist

Cali go hard never mention that place



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[Verse 4]

It's Flashy y'all yeah I spit the cockiest bars

So if there's beef nigga then see me I'm not a mirage

I rock with a R so if anything pops I'm involved

The six sawyers poppin' 'em all and the problem is solved

See Ruff Ryders's like a religion I follow the laws

Stick to code violating bodies'll fall

Its not an option to starve

That's why I stay in the booth like prison guards when they watchin' the yard

And yeah I heard they callin Flashy insane 'cause I ain't change

Got a new deal and I still catch a cab or a train

I'm still the same nigga packaging caine

Rolling up L after L like cool J was on the back of my name

So if its drama niggaz know where I live

But I guarantee you'll pay some repercussions for approaching the crib

'cause if the raps ain't soak in your wig then ice pokin' your ribs

'cause when its beef the hood know what it is- Nigga



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