_k** - 2 Guns Up lyrics

[Intro: H!R3Z] We, are, the alf**ingmighty [Hendrick Hernandez] (Toast, twice, peace god, church, yes lord.) And, this is, for all the f** boys Cause they ain't think we'd give it to 'em Eh, I'm not really gonna get into it though But, what you need to do, is listen real f**ing close Yo Dris, you ready? [Verse 1:H! R3Z & Hendrick Hernandez] [H.R.] Think you f**ing with this dude? You'll be minced food, with this Ginsu I ain't toting no pistols, but my guns up, (dumb f**) [H.H.] Now, we ain't even in the talks About "who's who," or, "what's what" But, to find some better lyricists You'd be hard-pressed, with this tough luck [H.R.] Got a deuce deuce, and a vanilla dutch Running through crews, who think they're twice as clutch When the mic is up, it's not quite enough [H.H.] It's forever gone, the night is us Despite the fuss, I like the rush When I re-write the lust, with a slight disgust [H.R.] Mt. Vesuvius, where we came from So don't play dumb. Go AWOL on that ba** drum A rapper better than we? (Haha) Name one So, I could aim at son, and go Adolf when that time comes [H.H.] Those tattoo's on my arm, explain to everyone where I'm from (New Beige) Show em, that I'm proud to be the enigma, of my slums [H.R.] Eddie Nigma, of my slums 2 popes, 5 nuns, is the minimum of needs To exercise the demon, I've become, the mighty Sun [H.H.] You're doing that Allen, Iverson You lost your sk**s, and now you're hiding, son It's the rise of Pun, resize your guns Lighters, Fire, Higher Uh! (Let's, f**ing, Get it, Uh!) [Hook: The K.I.L.L.] Oh man Since I started, it's a doubting spree f** 'em all, cause they doubted me People saying they the next up Man, you done messed up, I think you need to fess up Who f**ed up? (You) You f**ed up. (You) Cause you're too f**ed up My n***a, 2 guns up. x2 [Verse 2: H! R3Z & Hendrick Hernandez] (Verse 2!) [H.H.] The smoke from the 100, I'm holding Is numbing, the coldest of summers I overdosed, on sober from nothing No one knows, we hold the discussion [H.R.] The momentum brings, pendulum swings Gravity shifts, when we settling things You belittled the riddle in the middle of deception Simple, not to fiddle, we need no interruptions [H.H.] It's a Lotus eruption, notice he does it With potency, it's a f**ing code in is blood And his flowing's, a whole different function Odin could get snuffed, in his home, with the poem that I'm clutching [H.R.] No introductions, but, "Bang, Bang." n***a Spitters don't have bars, but rap about figures One's with no cars, rap about triggers I don't do it from the heart, son, it comes from my liver [H.H.] It's k**er season, k** all speakers From Monday, to Monday, spend all weekend Putting rappers on a lunch tray, and then we're feasting Looking back at what you punks say, I bet y'all eat it [H.R.] Spic times 2, Puerto Ricans [H.H.] That sh**, that all you seeking [H.R.] On a rip-tide, two quarters cheifing [H.H.] I'm Hi Def, Ivan Rodriguez, Uh! [Hook]