(feat. Sean Price, Jus Allah & Doujah Raze)

[Intro: Sean Price]

Yeah...Peace to the god, Jus Allah
Doujah Raze, what up?
Snowgoons (Peace)

Boot Camp...what up?
German Lugers...aiyyo...


[Verse 1: Sean Price]
The god send you back to the Earth from which you came
Backsmack Earth, wind, fire and rain

Elemental, the god get busy to instrumentals
Yeah you get busy, but that's all in your mental
I sent you a note sayin', "Son, don't rhyme"

You ain't listen, in turn he got burnt with the nine
Here's a gun, there's a gun, just...everywhere's a gun
I guess everybody #~!!@, scared to shoot a fair one

I will Larry Holmes your dome, Shane Mosley your homey
Felix Trinidad your dad, duke you don't know me
Riddick Bowe my ho, punch the (*##$ in the face

Run up on her like anime, eat this cake
Eat this eight, slugs inside of your mug
Got the Eagle from Balegal plus I'm puffin' on drugs

I'll wrap your dome, no dough, no rap
Freebies get VD, yo $$# get "clap," P!


[Chorus: x2]
[M.O.P.:] "We got guns!"
[Tony Yayo:] "Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips"

[M.O.P.:] "Guns!"
[Jus Allah:] "Put a $#&@in' bullet in your lips, swallow this!"


[Verse 2: Jus Allah]
Are your parents home? You're not old enough to be left alone
May I come in? I have to use the telephone

So, what's to do 'round here for fun?
I know, show me where dad keeps the guns
Look inside the barrel, I think it's not loaded

Pull the trigger back, here, hold it
Oops, my bad, you're $#&@in' dead now, look what you did
A little soul, arose up out the little kid

Are you a bad ghost or a good ghost?
Man I'm bored, I gotta go now, thanks, you've been a good host
Now time to light the good smoke

Aww %#@!, I left the bag of trees in my other cloak
I'm tryin' to get blazed, what the $#&@'s on? P and Doujah Raze
Each second I'm sober is like days

I need the bright green haze inside my head
So I can laugh about your silly little child that's dead


[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Doujah Raze]

Take a toke, this perfect
When I fill my lungs with the smoke and start workin'
Leave the mic hurtin', murkin' on you mercenaries

You ain't got no rhymes duke, searchin' through the dictionary, keep my diction scary
Peep the visionary as I creep precision carry through the deep
I throw shade on your sleep, yeah

Come one, come all, it's the bumrush
You can find your face on the floor with your lung dust
The $#&@? These mic skills are no frills

And I don't need the hype of the blow and no pills
And I can take a flight 'cross the ocean, no bills
And I can keep my height through the low with no ills

And I can build overseas with the boom
Sean P., Doujah Raze, Jus Allah in the room, yeah
Smokin' boom, gettin' regular

Tryin' to get some food for the show, madness, et cetera, yeah

[Outro: Doujah Raze]

Snowgoons...DJ Illegal
Dat...We up in Germany
Deutschland, mutha$#&@as


[M.O.P.:] "We got guns!"