for the urges of a serpent tryin to stuff it in the jam before the curtains (Chorus) He's numb to the guns (right) thanks to the tank cam glued to the
war zone in the poor zone, we chasin after the fortune In the belly of the beast is scorchin, little kids is forced to tote guns We so numb it's like
best, there's a dance vibe best, then he can swerve. And servin' enemies, seeks on the side of the chimmeny trees, see a track to the back, strap guns
mercy with time No mercy with time They bound you with the fire Then push you into the sun They want the free land to expire They want everyone to be numb
Victory won in a world of Hennessey and guns Too young for the marches but I remember these drums To start reality of wars and battles we fought for ours
you know How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only writers you know Girls and guns All I want Stock exchange Rocks and thangs Girls and guns
Everybody get the fuck up Wraaa Daddy gonna pop that trunk Yea, batter chip some throwing dirt bare chumps Sling shot rocks broke no money numbs Looking
thistle, get it? These stupid niggaz they ain't playin' for keeps These niggaz playin' for cheaps, they disobeyin' the streets Never fear the inevitable, death will come And when your breath goes numb
War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless Yes, it's the native son born of Zapata's guns Stroll
heat packer I'm lurkin', I'm waitin', attackin' like a linebacker Fuck what you heard, crime pays And always, unorthodox, I hold my pistol sideways We kill crews, hearts go numb
off the reefer, and quick to heat ya If ya feel ya cold-blooded, I got something to heat ya It's called a hollow tip, dum, dum, follow clip and numb
and cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock the missles Let off one, stay in your lane Everybody got issues, I'm drunk off the rum Numb, one
Somewhere between prayer and revolution Between Jesus and Huey P. Newton That?s where you find Jonny 5 shoot, shootin? Water guns at the audience while
first breath They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left I guess I knew what I was in for before hand Miniature grown man, third of three sons Big bird and squirt guns
Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder onez to get the Fonz and fast to die young JM motherfucker, go get your guns Murder
like Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like Rich Porter, the epitome of Alpo AZ and Nicky Barnes, I rock sticky thumbs I chopped it and I cooked till my hands got numb
, cuttin' it up and cookin' it now It's been a lotta dick ridin' for lack of a betta words For lack of a betta words Speculations on the guns, I hold
hill ray Nathan he's Romelo I plays it like a cello I pull them strings to make them scales teeter totter like Balance beams its everything it seems the guns