Looking Down The Barrel

"Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" [x2]

[Buckshot]

BD bubble up like a branded tattoo

Outlandish and got plans to get at you

Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I

Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye

Look, ball or crook, where I'm from

If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook

You guessed it, the Brook, let's him them books

And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines look

Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time

For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine

If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine

But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside

An my life skates, on anybody, anytime

Everywhere, everybody, any place

It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place

But the loser gettin' two in the face

[Chorus x2: sample (Buckshot)]

"Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum"

(And you won't have a second to learn

Or you ain't have a second to turn

Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm)

[Buckshot]

I paint the picture like a painter with no brush

We not the average, what goes with us

Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts

Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck

Little fuck, attitude, bossy

Only thing missing is the coffee

But of course, each are free, at the age 10

Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets

So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan

Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van

But that ain't interrupt the scan

Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam

Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan

We make records, you make raps, so stand back

You not on my league, not on our level, either homey

Please, little homey, you'll be

[Chorus x2]

[Sean Price]

Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right

One in your neck is slicin' your wife

Then I, get away clean, put away cream

Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team

I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the ancient

Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit

Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets

I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix

Ok, I got mine, you get yours

Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw

Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga

I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any

Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind?

I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today

Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P!

[Chorus x4]