Gun Powder lyrics

Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)*

I reside
In Oakland, California Eastside
Ain't no bullsh*t
I mean to the fullest we ride
Be wise if you ain't ready for trigger action
n*ggas may ask ya now
When I comes to blastin
The sons of fashion
It's too much
Like gettin touched for rappin
Slip the clip in you f*cked
Won't even know what happened
Unload, close caskets from the cappin
Defaced
Erased
Can't be replaced
It's a disgrace
Vet players set this pace
Can't keep up
We leave you wit what?
Hit your chest
Like kicks from the bass?
Someone should of told you
I'm from the old skool
Meanin the cold dude wit heat
When I hold my two
Make your whole body go like Jul's
Then disinigrate
Slugs penitrate any thug
Don't discriminate
I mean this
Go up in you like intervenous
Witness' forgettin this
Ain't seen sh*t
They fiend this
Town's Finest
Few dank hits
YaHighness
Wrap that ass up in a blanket like blindness
Dump you in the trunk punk
Wit the pump, mass, an semi
While I toast yo ass wit the Henny
Cuz I'm the type of n*gga
That's quick to blast
f*ck wit me
I bust a cap in that ass
Cuz I don't give a f*ck
I buck an keep bailin....
I hope you b*tch n*ggas ain't tellin!

Chorus *(Rame Royal)* 2x

Duce-duce's
Duce-5's
3-80's
3-57's
Glocks
4-4's
4-5's
An Mac 11's
Tech's, AP-9's
AR-15's
AK-47's
Uzi's, M-16's
(second time "Uzi's, M-16's" is replaced by "fully auto machines")

Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)*
It was me an Rame
In a drop top Mustang
Money from caine
Wit visions of havin fame
I went to Regime
M-16's wit red beams
To serve crack fiends
Tef filled the magazines
WHAT?!
I'm on a come up
Pressin my luck
Hold Glocks not givin a f*ck
Fillin my cup to the brim
Regrettin my sins
I push a Benz
f*ck 10's
Plus all they friends
They love the bubble man
It's Bossi
f*ckin wit mine could be costly
Multiple shots
Slash yo spot then we outtie
AK's
Tossin grenades
Yo blocks raid
When the gun blaze
You an yo n*ggas done hit the pave
WHAT?!
*(Rame Royal)*

(Ra-me!!!)
What?
(Roy-al!)
Gun Powder! (echos twice)
(n*gga it's Gonzoe!)
When shot's reign down from the tower
It's Gun Powder
Hit yo chest an devour
Gun Powder
n*gga!
Bring you to your final hour
It's Gun Powder. (echos twice)

Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)*

I'm 21 now
Burn keys of weed down to ashes
Make more money
Sip Henn outta Champagne glasses
Like n*ggas
Cuz they give us
A foul hand to work with
I keep takin hits from the deck until it's perfect
My sister's smoked out
An I'm stuck feedin her kids
Work my site phat on the block
And it's worth ends
So f*ck it
Ain't no luck in this game
It's Rame's thinkin
I ain't lookin in the police face wit out blinkin
Can't crack
The eye contact
I give that sh*t right back
Talk to him wit this thang on my lap
Maybe it's my habitat
My surroundins
My world
Bout hoochie b*tches
Cutlass'
Wit 15's poundin
It's Gun Powder

*(Rame Royal)*

Cuz I'm the type of n*gga
That's quick to blast
f*ck wit me
I bust a cap in that ass
Cuz I don't give a f*ck
I buck an keep bailin....
I hope you b*tch n*ggas ain't tellin!

*(Chorus)* 2x

Verse 4 *(Crown Jul)*

We got Downtown livin
An big city dreams
Got my trigger finger
An my palms itchin for green
Stalkin caps an trench coats
Poppin at all them poster n*gga kinfolks
Best hope is revenge close
An get to hoppin
I get to choppin di*ks off
This ain't Lorenna Bobbit
They can't stop it
I gets off
And man you been spotted
Red dotted
Ya head shot at
Bustin 3-57's
Pushin 3-50 rocket
Up an down the asphalte
Catapultin bullets up in them ass holes
Full of dope
We full of saucy
Get the cash flow
Drunk n*ggas be accuarate
Be mackin the gats
So punk n*ggas evacuate the area and
We raid yo block in caravans
Strapped wit 4 Mac's
Brought back from Afghanistan
Face it
Wit Millimeter in hand
If you ever need a friend
Call the heater man

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

I got a AK
A Tre-8
A Tech-9
An HK
Uzi and a chrome 4-5
Stashed outside

Skinny n*ggas don't box
I sock n*ggas in the head wit the Glock
Clown they ass wit the Peppermint Snops
Pop Extacy an mushroom tops
f*ck the boon docks
An come to 6-500 Blocks
Wit a batch of rocks stashed in the boom box
Posted up
Roll the dice n*gga broke it up
Smoke it up
Kryptonite like Fruit Topia
I twist ya cap
n*ggas be gettin they caps twisted
Caught up in traps
f*ckin wit hood rat b*tches
Man I mack b*tches
Slap b*tches like Pretty Tony
n*ggas be phonier than Cubic-Zirconi
I make you mutha f*ckas scream "I Miss My Homie"
(UGGGHHH!!)
Whip out the gun and I would f*ck yo hood
Now where you from n*ggah!!??