Tekst:
All Guns Drawn

t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find a pole

ain't talkin' 'bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you've seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all

ye ain't talkin' 'bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all

in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet! You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn

your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose The love overpowers the hate by twos All

kill 'em all? To death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns And you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all

Win...lose...draw...die Scarface: I read the book of revalations And now I realize we in revalations And on that note I make this statement For all

wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins spilled on

have an orgy y'all Let's see y'all I slap so many punans you would think I'm made of bee-ba Stop if ya guard extra-large Better keep my guns tight For