- Looking Down the Barrel 歌詞 Sean Price Black Moon
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- Black Moon Looking Down the Barrel 歌詞
- Sean Price Black Moon
- (feat. Sean Price)
'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 Im from
If a **** ** is shook, they call him a mook
You guessed it, the Brook, lets him them books
And read a classic, Jimmy Fly Snuk, give me mines look
Pots is not the reason that Im out this time
For a moment in time, Im takin your ************ne
If we was a gun, you an uzi, Im a nine
But Im 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 wont have a second to learn
Or you aint 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
Lets see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts
Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck
Little ******, 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, ****** with the fan
Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van
But that aint interrupt the scan
Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we ****** 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, youll 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 ******z might start hatin, violatin the team
Im blastin the hatred, Im blastin the ancient
******z feelin afridavits, off some ************y gay ** **********t
Go, four-four, nines snatchin you bracelets
I aint slow ho, listen, thats the matrix
Ok, I got mine, you get yours
****** you take ten paces, turn around and draw
Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, ******
Im your huckleberry, plus dont give a **** ** if any
******, get line and learn, mother****** 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)
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