Big Gunz

Buddy
Wait a minute, man, we gotta stick together
Those things are everywhere!
I'm just doing what the voices inside my
Head tell me what to do, kid, so if
They say "Blow your fuckin' brains out"
I'll blow your fuckin' brains
Out! Nothing personal
Ya understand? I just haven't been myself

Back when the and way before spinners
When rhymes weren't the size
Of a four-course dinner
And names were always laced with
Rockin' the mic right
Not 16 bars of rappers who can't write
Not 16 bars for peoplе who can't blow
With Wraiths and big ice
And colorful ringtones
Beforе merchandising and enterprising
And multi-million dollar music
Companies surprising
And macking the business
And entertainers everywhere
We're either too high to notice
Or too dumb to care either way
That's why we're living in it today
Better fight for that deal 'fore
That meal go away become another one of them
Motherfuckers who got nothin'
Broke down, beat up and disgusted
Hatin' on everybody accustomed to
Takin' the easy route
So I cock back the hammer and
I blow they back out (Blam, blam)

Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)

You don't need let all those
Words of hate infiltrate
Your common state of mind
Although time and again I let 'em in
And they chip away like chisel to stone
Decayin' like bones
Afraid of get witherin' alone in
The cold of night
Too wrong to ever admit that I'm right
But in the back of my head
I'm second guessin' my best feelin'
My words better serve the purpose
To all of them again, it's in my head
So I don't consider it real to feel
Repulsed by some of the thoughts
That my mind can
Produce and create out of a simple day
A kind of fascination
I think it's inside my mind
Is to be everything you want me to be
And still be me at the same time
That's the concept better said than done
Try to impress myself
Not you or anyone anymore
And no, I'm not concerned with the score
I'm concerned with people hearin' is
Wigs hittin' the floor (Blam, blam)

Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)

Like a triple down puppy
A hustler and cut-throat
All rolled into one hoe
And swingin' from my rope chain
Is the flow game
Where you can make bread like
Cats who flip cocaine
I'm 'bout a wife who's twice
As sweet as a cavity
Givin' you such a high that it
Defies the law of gravity
I'm magically delicious to any
And all bitches
But I don't pay 'em no mind
Cuz I'm focusing on my riches
So they thinkin' that I'm kinda
Conceded and condescending at best
But at this moment, i don't care about your
Thoughts and interests
And while you're impressed with my faction
My entourage, my vibe, and my disposition
I'm on a mission and I
Ain't stoppin' for nothin'
And you can put that on the record button
I ain't frontin'
With no biproduct or artificial inseminance
A pure dose of what blastin' is
Lil' bitch! (Blam, blam)

Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)

And the road leads to nowhere