Gunned Down

Lyrics

[Chorus: Prince Dreda] Don't get gunned down If you ain't with the business We stripping and slipping Get found off in that sticky position Don't get gunned down Tryna stop at a red light Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights Don't get gunned down Trying to cat and go see a bitch That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick Don't get gunned down For not watching your back And popping your back In the process of cocking your strap [Verse 1: CML Lavish D] CML nigga Yellow tape gang Check it We got 40s, we got FNs, and ARs (what else?) We got bullets for the first nigga who play hard (on god) Nigga your pockets don't eat, my shit stay large (I'm rich) Bitch long as you paying me, my dick stay hard (that part hoe) I ain't talking to you niggas, ain't no conversation (nope) I'm in my tele counting money, this the confirmation (Bank'd Up) Breaking on yo' baby mama, that's my occupation (hoe) These niggas faking like they balling, that's what got 'em hating (little nigga) I told Dame, we gon' ball on these broke niggas (balling) You niggas act just like hoes, I want to choke niggas (on set) These niggas mad for no reason, Ion even know niggas (Ion even know you nigga) Bitch we headed to the top, and you can't go with us (nuh uh uh uh) Get your mask cracked open trying to play tough (don't play nigga) Niggas real in Iraq, I don't play much (nuh uh uh uh) Interrogated for 3 hours, I ain't say much (I ain't say shit) So we gon' chop your ass down nigga, straight up [Chorus: Prince Dreda] Don't get gunned down If you ain't with the business We stripping and slipping Get found off in that sticky position Don't get gunned down Tryna stop at a red light Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights Don't get gunned down Trying to cat and go see a bitch That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick Don't get gunned down For not watching your back And popping your back In the process of cocking your strap [Verse 2: Prince Dreda] Don't get gunned down It's guns down, now or later You get got, when there's bread on your top, like a dining table Baby K might start a tornado, it's a sign of nature Holes in his bottom, middle, top, like binder paper Yankees out nigga K call him Pacquiao Every round Knock my target down, nigga ask me how 50 round dick Turning like I'm 'bout to bust a bitch The chop, hit the bottom and the top, so fuck that ducking shit Gutta shit, bitch, 1100 take him out 51 suspicious felons known for pulling yankees out And stay yankeed up You're walking then I'm yanking up Your slipping transmission, on the way to pick your yankee up And I bet your yankee tough, he's mine, on the lap to squeeze Fully automatic, Tec 9 from the Japanese One squeeze take out his spine and collapse his knees Hopping out with mine while you faggots freeze [Chorus: Prince Dreda] Don't get gunned down If you ain't with the business We stripping and slipping Get found off in that sticky position Don't get gunned down Tryna stop at a red light Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights Don't get gunned down Trying to cat and go see a bitch That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick Don't get gunned down For not watching your back And popping your back In the process of cocking your strap [Verse 3: CML Lavish D] Check it These niggas working with the police, I swear they is (rrt) It's fucked up I can't prove it, but I swear they is (rrt rrt) I be doing hella shit these niggas never did (on god) I'm too big for the city bitch, I'm hella it [Verse 4: Prince Dreda] I died, came back, died, now I'm back again (here) Everybody give me 5 like a half of 10 (here) Pulling drills in that red candy apple Benz (bitch) Workshop, coming out the top, like an apple stem (rah) [Verse 5: CML Lavish D] You niggas should of knocked me down on some real shit (on set) We took your nigga off the set, he a real bitch (nigga) Niggas fronting for these hoes like they kill shit (they don't) Drill team send a nigga on a fieldtrip [Verse 6: Prince Dreda] More like yankee out on you niggas Get nailed with that hammer Cannons with bananas, send animals to the slammer Get to cramming it, right in front of the gas station on the camera Pull that yankee out on you nigga, blam blam [Chorus: Prince Dreda] Don't get gunned down If you ain't with the business We stripping and slipping Get found off in that sticky position Don't get gunned down Tryna stop at a red light Music on full blast, all you see is the headlights Don't get gunned down Trying to cat and go see a bitch That's your ass, next find out where you at and start squeezing quick Don't get gunned down For not watching your back And popping your back In the process of cocking your strap