Gun (f. Sheisty Khrist) [Deluxe Edition] - Cunninlynguists

"No one held a gun", what you lying for?

Then tell me how somebody got left lying cold

"Gun", heard the 45's let go

Next week somebody's riding slow

"Gun", what you lying for?

Then tell me how somebody got left lying cold

"Gun", somebody that you or I must know

And next week somebody's riding slow

"No one held a gun"

Check it out, uh, it's hard to get 'em to freeze

A hundred-twenty-three degrees and the breeze

Is full of glass particles that blast hard at you

Show us your hands and show us the plans

The weapon's biological so show us the cans

We got a tip from snitches for ballistic positions

Don't wanna listen? We putting these missile tips in ya kitchen

We got the ether for Haditha, the sutures for Fallujah

State police force suits and boots is in ya future

Won't loosen the nooses, put ya dick in the ground

Chief of police is tired of all this Roving and Dicking around

Goose chasing like ridiculous clowns

But the American public's lustin an evil puppet so fuck it

He says he has a wallet, I say he has a gun

Reagan gave him both back in 1981

Now we back with a badge just to grab all the funds

Buckin forty-one at you and your sons, yeah

Yeah, they got, the eye of Jesus sittin on the skies of Giza

They lie and freeze us in our time of leisure

Hermapha, a Bush and Dick on every Condoleezza

Nigga, y'all eye the skeezers, I eye the Caesars, haha

And I ain't talk bout the place you play Blackjack

But CIA headquarters where they make the crack at

The CIA headquarters where they make the gats at

The real School of Rock crack, fuck that cracker Jack Black

Police force got Tenacious D

Pull you over for your plates, place an eighth of C

Then, that eighth of C will have you placed on the sea

Alcatraz or Guantanamo, aching to see

They, they lock you up in a cell with no lights in it

Feed a nigga white bread with no fucking life in it

No toilet bowl, just a hole so you can wipe in it

A tormented soul till you grow old and ripe in it

Play your hand till the right suit fold

Bin Laden got Bush in a knight suit mode

Most niggas that I know like Nike swoosh gold

Wipin twenty-inch vogues on a white coupe Old

Diallo, forty-one shots, nineteen hits

In a dark hallway make the light seem lit

I guess they saw a rapist on white cream tits

Don't pull your wallet out nigga, run

These motherfuckers got guns