Brand Nubian - Pa** The Gat lyrics

"gimme a gat i'm bout to smoke this motherf**er!" (2x) Pa** me.. pa** me the gat, i gotta fight back I ain't rollin over on my motherf**in back (4x) [sadat x] I need seven brothers ready to roll, i mean some real sh** Brothers ready to bust, bust again and again Snatch the chains off the door my man, this is a stick-up I ain't bring no funds, just came to snatch the guns Check it, brothers spread throughout the whole damn store Don't leave nothin, don't leave a witness This black man is armed, another man's alarmed This is the next vietnam, set it off in the north My moms is down with it, pops is committed Something's got to give, i'm like a powder keg Ready to stick a bank, drivin a high-powered tank Newsflash -- brand nubian, takin fifty hostages Take em in the basement, feed the punks sausages (yo if i don't get em) ?? twinkies from hostess Shoot the f*ggot in the back for actin like that From new york, in the east, i'm the black man police I called the cops for a beef that i had, but they didn't do A f**in thing, tellin me to tone down As if they was a father gettin red in the face And they threatened me with mace.. so check it out (hey!) So now i'm the wise guy but they ain't tryin to bend That's why i'm here to pretend.. Aiyyo pa** the f**in gat! "gimme a gat i'm bout to smoke this motherf**er!" Pa** me.. pa** me the gat, i gotta fight back I ain't rollin over on my motherf**in back (4x) [lord jamar] Pa** me the gat, and just like that, i squeeze Like a man posessed from the old west See i rest in rule -- keep a tool close You don't want be the learner that my burner makes toast Cause today's mathematics is uzi does it I got the automatic stashed in the attic And it's an emphatic now cipher If you think you take the life of me without a fight Huh, i clean my gun with a riprod Here comes the god who don't eat pig lard Lord j-a-motherf**in-m-a-r Never pa**ive, the crew grows ma**ive We get wreck with the tech, blow your mind with nine Plus we got the shotty for your body Rodney king ain't this god-ly king Before i take a whippin, i'll dump a f**in clip in The police, who give us no peace, to be deceased I'll have a feast, as i commence to slay the beast So my advice to black men: stay strapped Aiyyo aiyyo yo, pa** that.. Pa** me.. pa** me the gat, i gotta stay strapped I ain't rollin over on my motherf**in back (8x) Pa** the gat!