Testi:
Up Front A Boy And His Gun

) we're always running from your gun and always ducking when we hear your bullets spray from the gun that goes bang and boom and another body hits

on the concrete bleedin out the kidney Fuckin with a young G, got buck quickly Dropped the gat in his drawers, gave up his set Spit a loogie on his chest showing no regret A

and pollutin' your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click movin' up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And

like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause

Death" and that Tupac shit drop I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master

magic and some Downy sheets Plenty plastic wrap and a vacuum pack machine My uncle, "Old School" don't need nothin' but a triple-beam A dollar and a plate

tripped out landed on my hip crawled out i hit a tuck and roll up and out into a flip and boned out now i'm zonin' I'm nine glocks and seven 380's richer

M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn

my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and