Mr. Walt - Gunn Clapp lyrics

[Top Dog] I figured that my mental is kinda into the life of crimes So you find, that you will get hit one time With the shotty, cause we know that anybody is a body So f** around when Top D-O-G's in the zone You be slippin' into darkness with the chrome to ya dome Soldier boy, don't be takin' Boot Camp for no toy Be the first one in the hole when po-po starts to roll On ya posse, cause we know ya posse's punani And forever dreaming, time for y'all to stop schemin' Cuz if tomorrow never comes, y'all be the only ones leaving In a pine box, cause I'mma straight shots And I won't stop, til all them body drop [Louieville Sluggah] To shots to him brain, punk trynna maintain in pain But it's insane how you was raised in this game Streets is hectic, you should of been on ya best b**h I don't feel sorry that we had to wet sh** But sound of a tre, pound is fired It must be tension, n***as wanna elevate But not when n***a listens, he's on his own Trapped in a zone, thinkin' it's fun Forever stuck, project people runnin' to the Gunn To see the one, who a** has just got done Now tell a story, who fought back But then clapped a dead homey, end of story Feel and oldy took ya forty, Sluggah From the Ville is gettin' naughty and real blessed Many men get mingled, many get mashed But how many times must we get up in that a** [Starang Wondah] Ruthless, whose this, coming through ya speakers Everything is wreck, I'm on the set like boricua's Original, criminals, style subliminal Gettin' rid of you, fake emcee's, I put that a** In critical, condition, where n***as be hopin' And wishing, Strang' ain't comin' up ya block With Glock ammunitions, like lord have mercy Starang don't hurt me, Heltah Skeltah melt ya Ass like Hershey's, my mack clips make n***as do backflips Them tactics need practice, make you act as if this sh** That I be kickin' ain't for real, pack more steel Then four wheels at the dog hill Commercial rap get the gun clap *skit* [Starang Wondah] Sayin' we ain't dope, when I saw ya punk a** scopin' You was on my dick til Buckshot 'got ya opin' Too hot to handle, no I can't stand y'all Punk a** n***as get blown out like Orlando (Crept in cruel, but Steele got swept in fool) It's a shame, Mr. Starang, hang ya like a picture frame Booyakah, f** who you are, didn't get ya name n***as couldn't hang if Lisa Fischer eased the pain And brains blow, so I say f** this Let my n***a Rock bring the Ruck-us n***as talk sh**, then they leaving here in crutches [Louieville Sluggah] I, co*k, back, relax and swing Ringin' ears, is what the Sluggah from the Ville bring Upon them weak crews, them can't do me nothing Them can't do me nothing Dare cross this path, ga**ed up and making something Huffin', bluffin', punk in my path Voice raise gla**, and I don't think that you can ask routes Stand me, I bambi, a** of a wack cat, with my back half black So whose a dandy, he, L-O-U-I-E Ville Sluggah Coming for ya, so muthaf**as run for cover [Top Dog] This is another, warrior sound that goes around And go' around, like them punks from underground Catchin' beatdowns, they not hard to the core They don't really want no war, when them rays hit the floor Now this is for me, this is what I gotta do To let them n***as know, that ain't no fear in this man here But of course we know anybody die But be sure to rely, OGC will multiply and do or die