Guns Blazing (feat. Sly Pyper & Dr. Dre)

It's time to face the music (Oh)

A stay of execution

No more distribution (The fuck you doin'?)

You did this to me

I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets

Just remember that you did this to yourself

Yeah, you did it to yourself

Now, you gotta suffer the consequences

Pack up the pack and swing it for the fences (Just remember that)

Let's make one thing clear (Here)

Here, my dear, my resolution this year

No pollution, fresh air

My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass

Mile high club 'til I jеtlag

Raw stink, flow, casino

And you're just like Ginger, wе know

Single negro, I don't need your double standards and hypocrisy

And that fake can holder on Father's Day

You a different motherfucker when you not with me

Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery

It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me

Yes, I'm President of Debauchery

None of that bullshit ever got to me

'Cause your pillow, billow, ditto

Breakin' this shit down little by little

I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms

Shoulda never let this dog out of that kennel

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout

Who I'm with when I'm not around

Just don't forget who you fuckin' with

When steppin' on hallowed ground

'Cause you did this to me (Yeah, I'm)

Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help)

Now many times have I got burnt

And tried to act like I'm not hurt?

Or take you back and we not workin'

Like clockwork, this shit is agony

You're draggin' me, Glocks burst

Just remember, you draw'd first, you ain't toe taggin' me

Hold back, any blowback you deserve

Get the Bozack, bitch, my soul's blackenin'

So actually, this could've been a lot worse (Watch)

I could've namedropped you in my verse (Yeah)

But out of respect for your daughter

I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler

Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (Yeah)

And good luck with the father

Bitch stuck with him now, ha, fuckin' Howard

To the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse

It's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (Oh no)

Guess I must have got wise, you are not sly

Just 'cause you can makeup an on the spot lie

I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired

Hey Santa, I ain't cuttin' off ties

Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye

Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies

Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes

One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (You did this to me)

A taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin

Yeah, you reptilian bitch

Off of your knees (Yeah), beggin' for forgiveness

Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch

You ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitch

We will never be together again, ever

And when you're in bed with him and wish you was with me

Just remember that

You did this to me (Yeah, I'm)

Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (But you did)

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (And sorry isn't gonna help)

Remember that you did this to me (Michelle)

Right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (Fuck around and make you famous)

Just remember that you did this to yourself (Yeah, you did it to yourself)

Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're)

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout

Who I'm with when I'm not around

Just don't forget who you fuckin' with

When steppin' on hallowed ground