(feat. Outlawz, Spice 1)



Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da - da - da - da - da



Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine

Willie D

Retreat or get hit

I'm loved by few, hated by many

But guess what?

I don't give a shit



[VERSE 1: Willie D]

Fuck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama

Finna heat this muthafucka up like Texas in the summer

Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly

Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly

My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial

I see caskets in your muthafuckin future

If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, bitch

Cause this rotten nigga's ain't never gonna be shit

Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough

Cause I stopped knockin bitches out when my nuts got bigger

Bought me a gun and shot my first nigga

Trigger-happy laws suck my cock-suckin balls

I have the paramedics cleanin out your fuckin drawers

They put my muthafuckin homie in the slammer, black

For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack

Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and shit it out

Pork made when I hit a cop

I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures

My adversary makin wishes

But I ain't sparin them bitches



I let my gun talk

Let it talk, nigga

Let it, let it, let it, let it

I let my gun talk [x2]



[CHORUS x2: Young Noble & Willie D]

What would my gun say if it could talk to you

Shut your muthafuckin mouth and put your hands to the roof

I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot

Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you



[Kastro]

I'm at the end of my rope, I can't pretend I see hope

Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape dope

No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy

Constantly fuckin ourself with no remedy

Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war

We ain't ready for what they got in store

From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers

In the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers

Hold up



[Young Noble]

Niggas dip when the flame spit, aim to hit

Y'all can't take shit, we came to trip

Blame your bitch for suckin on my homeboy's dick

Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my click

That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth

That your ass can't cash, I blast your ass

And I ain't gotta flash a nigga, Willie D'll pop ya

Fuck around, smoke your asses, nigga



[Kastro]

We got this muthafucka head on lock

Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop

Hot shots, retarted, we ain't martyrs, we riders

Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us

Oh yeah, it's them niggas with them triggers that speak on it

Six figure killers, whatever you own, we want it

Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too

Now what the fuck is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you?



[Young Noble]

When you speak of dope, don't think of dope, think of me

Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e

Eat MC's like BLT's, nigga please

You a watergun soldier in blue fatigues

Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me

Losin DT's, right on the corner, a new street

You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again

Ain't life grim? I know it was meant



[CHORUS]



[Spice 1]

My own Glock pistol whipped a nigga in the head

Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared"

My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe

So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto

Kept talkin shit, seein haters come out and play

Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay

So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock

She was spittin back at us when you and me was on the block

My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna fuck Nina Ross

Said they gon' rape that bitch if she don't let em both toss

My Uzi change his own clips for me

Got my muthafuckin mind playin tricks on me

It's sick, homie

Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen

Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture

Goin on a mission, killin niggas that's talkin shit, and

No, we ain't missin, we aim straight and dippin

Bossallini slash killer slash real nigga

Fuck Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill niggas

Got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I'm red-rum

Ridin on enemies, mobbin until my death come



[CHORUS]