Trackmasters - Lord of War lyrics

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro: Yuri Orlov] There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11? [Verse] It all starts inside of a factory Whether makeshift or legit, it's still making cash from me Molten lead is formed to the shape of a point Processed and cleaned up, workers only paid with some coin When it's boxed it goes outside into the back of the truck Inside a box of my friends, or end up inside of a pump From there it's shipped to the docks where it meets the connects Put on a ship and travels from here to the west Bought by a man of illegitimate means Illegitimate schemes to make illegitimate cream Bought up by the Cartels, they use it to load their weapons Unload their Wesson's on anyone that's steppin' This time they bought low and sold high They sold some weapons to a bunch of Italian Wiseguys I was partnered with a pistol One of them bought the gun and ammo by the fistfuls He packed it into the clip and went to meet his boss The don gave him a contract to avenge a man that he lost And he was a higher up, so it's go fish Played his cards wrong, so he ended up in a low ditch Got the hitman a license to carry Just in case he got caught so he wouldn't end up buried A false ID and tickets to the east He had the features of an angel but the pickin's of a beast His target was a man who was last seen around the capo An old friend of his, reason why they wanna put one in his a**hole He flew east and booked into a shady hotel It was a crime scene, chalk outlines in a Mercedes, oh well Set up a board and thumbed tacked the pictures on it It was Kane, his homie and every a**ociated convict He picked his prey, picked his day and checked out the gun Nine millimeter ruger, black talons, leave a person done Checked the magazine to see that it was loaded He figured that it would k** a man instantly, and leave the bloody victim coated He drove over to the area where he was seen last He shot the man and his friend and tried to drive from the scene fast 3:44 PM, coming from the southwest The sweet release of the trigger, next one aimed for his mouth next I entered the man's skull from the chamber, and lodged in his brain The sweet release of d**h, either this or selling rocks to his name While I was being fired, I felt as if time was slowing down People screaming, an innocent child mowed down People running through the crossfire just to get away Bloody coogi sweaters, brown stains, could've been a better day But they ran into the eye of it, the boys grab their AK Citizens shouting for help, acting like an ambush with the mayday The man was shot in the shoulder, had his gun out his holster Got shot, car flipped, one less gunman off the roster My last breath I saw my owner laid away Inside an ambulance, I guess it's what happens when you pay to play [Refrain] Paranoia strikes deep When we're rolling in the streets You better be careful where you creep Beware of the company you keep Stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, bodies goin' down Stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look, bodies goin' down (Continued humming) [Outro] (Phone rings) Kane: Who the hell is this and how did you get this number? Charles: Ayo man, it's Charlie, you know how I got this number Kane: Oh sh**, didn't recognize you, whatchu need? Charles: The f** do you mean you….nevermind man listen I gotta talk to you about something Kane: What is it? Charles: You know Tommy right? Well they capped him, those greaseball f**s capped his a** inside of a f**ing bar!! I f**ing told you f**ing wit' those n***as is a bad idea!! Kane: (silence) (Throws the phone against the wall) Kane: f**, f**, f**, f**, f**!!! You listen to me Charlie, were gonna k** those retarded, dago guinea c*nts you hear me!! I'M GONNA PERSONALLY FIND OUT WHERE THEY ARE AND KILL THEM OURSELVES!!! Charles: Aight man, well sh** if you want me to do anything man just let me know Kane: (Sighs) Yeah Charlie…take care of his mother for me, she's gonna be f**ing devastated Charles: Aight man, take care of yourself Kane: And Charlie? Charlie: Yeah? Kane: Don't call me on this f**ing phone again (Hangs up, slow sobbing)