Malik B. - Pistolvania 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Jakk Frost] I done seen this gun-play change men Shootouts turn gangstas into strange men The AK drum rearrange men Kurt Russell with a bounty, I'm the Hang Man I hang men from west Philly to west Baltimore To west coast, to west Africa It's a AOTP BGC ma**acre They call me The Flash 'cause I throw this hot sh** so fast at ya Red beams and dead dreams is all we know here Fifty shot clips and weed is all we grow here I'm from Philly dawg, you don't want to go there Even the cops get hit with the .44 here Really dawg, it's Pistolvania part two My gun will do surgery on your brain and your heart too Plenty casualties when my crew blast n***as A Darth Vader with a beard for you Luke a** n***as [Hook: Jakk Frost] Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride When it's all said and done, don't nobody want to die Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why At the funeral, everybody want to cry Cry motherf**er, cry motherf**er, cry Die motherf**er, die motherf**er, die It's Pistolvania part two It's Pistolvania part two [Verse 2: Malik B] Homicide rate, n***a, I survive fate I'm in live shape, p**y, you provide hate You wearing wire tape, my cap likes to jivate They find the n***as all thrown through the fire escape When I walk up, bodies all chalked up On the asphalt in the dark when I spark up I got a chemical remedy full of energy Head shots mentally, show 'em my whole identity [?], my home is Pistolvania n***as act demonic, my brain is full of mania I got arrangements to put you on the pavement Check your brain waves and cause mental enslavement You're not ready, I pop heavy, my shot steady You want to talk about gas? n***a, I got Getty You're not ready to get close to an overdose A militant coming through with Jehovah clothes [Hook: Jakk Frost] Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride When it's all said and done, don't nobody want to die Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why At the funeral, everybody want to cry Cry motherf**er, cry motherf**er, cry Die motherf**er, die motherf**er, die It's Pistolvania part two It's Pistolvania part two [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, listen I send 'em to God, let him sort 'em out, who gon' burn up? Caught a couple homis, but the bodies never turned up I don't say sh** like, "On fleek" or "Turnt up" Embalming on the wakata, all shermed up The new Porsche is a lot faster The blue Avatar face on the Yacht-Master Son got splashed down to bottom, all master Got caught slipping on white like Alabasta It's dark and it's hot, it's about to be cold And these young boys style is about to be old Young boy act Joe, so he have to be told Or have his body dump trucked up academy road Really, f** rap, I'm about to pull the llama out f** the llama, I'mma have to pull the f**ing chopper out Air your f**ing whole block including your mama out I'm the one to call if you need to bring the drama out Murder [Hook: Jakk Frost] Everybody got a gun, everybody want to ride When it's all said and done, don't nobody want to die Talking tough in the streets, everybody wonder why At the funeral, everybody want to cry Cry motherf**er, cry motherf**er, cry Die motherf**er, die motherf**er, die It's Pistolvania part two It's Pistolvania part two