Puff Daddy - Grab My Gun lyrics

[Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] I'm sticking ice picks on the tip of your dick Give your testicles a swift kick ain't that some sh** Am I hard-hardcore harder than the Plymouth It ain't no myth. It's a n***a with a spliff And a chrome four-fifth pressed on yo back So what you want n***a? How you wanna act? I'm uncivilized cause I love to see n***as die Brains all leaking out on the street And the pastor preaching: he was a good man Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand Now he's singing sad songs with Elvis Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis You f** with the high die you die You're the same motherf**er If you look up in the sky I want some old nex sh** Suplex sh** Hardcore s** sh** [Hook:] Grab the 9, 2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] A repetitive loop all I need to display Solo is the proof I put it to you boy Hope you got the scoop Biggie Smalls the rap genius I keep the Glock by the penis The cleanest cut f** s*uts With the big humongous bu*ts I used to rub a bu*t My style is Gucci like the hookers p**y And it don't take a lot of back talk To push me into flamin 'em Like that little n***a Damien Glock 19 to my motherf**ing cranium Gang-thight gun toting motherf**er n***as in they brains thought biggie was a s**er I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work then I snitched 'em I stripped 'em, cause n***as dont want the friction Told you before how I bring the drama Slaying Larry Johnson and his grand mama! [Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets,a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run,so I grab my gun! [Biggie] f** around and feel the fury of a high n***a when I get busy, throw ya hands in the sky n***a I got the illest of the ill mentality n***as be grabbing me, knowing that they rather be stabbing me All up in my back, try'na take my track When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that Street rules, watch your pockets and your j**els A n***a front throw a gat to the fool next one to move is getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto ba*tard As I release Master piece it's like indecent Stuck to your a** like tissue when you're wiping fast MC's have a hard time believin' I'm marked with d**h hard to k** like Steven With Jacob I'm leavin' the black man's motto: "You got a better chance playing lotto" [Hook:] Grab the 9,2 clips and run a muck! So I grab my gun A fist-full of bullets, a chest full of teflon Nowhere to run, so I grab my gun!