They Got Guns

They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Potato on the end of a barrel A snub nose rings while children sing Christmas carols The burner is my last resort that you're asking for Plus my accuracy is deadly, who could ask for more? Shells riddle a body, probably not gonna make it Pistol whip niggas, make 'em strip buck naked I'm more for the fisticuffs and a fair one But I know niggas that don't fight and don't care, uh Guns don't kill people, it's the trigger man Riding shotgun, gun powder on my fingers - damn Protect myself at all times, defend my home Tryin'a get my carrying license, so I can pack chrome The double-barrel knock your shoulder out of place Put the gun down your throat, wipe that smile off your face I'd rather put hands on you like a palm reader But I got guns like I bought 'em from an arms dealer They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Yeah I'm either brave or insane, but I won't back down I hold my ground, and mock the girly way you hold the pound Point it at me sideways, hold it upside-down Spin it around like a cowboy - you're so tough now Grab the grip and pistol-whip me 'til my lip splits - ow! Empty your clip, I'll pop some shit before I hit the ground 'Cause I don't buy your threats, especially when they're extra loud So tryin'a scare me's like tryin'a hold your breath and drown I'm trembling, wow man, I'm shaking in my boots Matter of fact, I think I might'a just made a little poop In my panties, running down my leg and staining up my shoes Now my stomach's all in knots, and I'm afraid I'm gonna puke I should run and hide and cry, that's what he's tryin'a make me do Wish I never started poppin' off to such a gangsta dude He says he's gonna shoot me now, there's nothing I can do And I believe him, 'cause he's got that gun, he looks so fucking cool They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Look This a waste of my mu'fuckin' time To kill a mixtape with a motherfuckin' line So I hold back and give you just enough I done passed y'all lames, just like communion cups I'm a hungry lion with the money virus You'll never get to the green, y'all niggas been liars I'm in the game - Capcom Pushin' that white girl, I call it Black Swan I'm conceited, blood I got an ego, cuz They say I got hard raps, like Margarito's gloves I stay focused, my writtens is bogus I'm makin' moves like an eviction notice, what? Picture perfect, a sentence mentioned with murder verses Slow swervin', a cup of bourbon in left hand I'm blowin' up like a political sex scam If the tech blam, better duck like the wetlands They got guns 45s, machine guns, and heavy artillery Makin' license plates for cars, and oh Writin' to lawyers When I get out, I hope, I hope, I hope