Big Gunz

Lyrics

[Intro: Bentley Mitchum, Michael Russo] ...buddy Wait a minute, man, we gotta stick together, those things are everywhere! I'm just doing what the voices inside my head tell me what to do, kid, so if they say "Blow your fuckin' brains out", I'll blow your fuckin' brains out! Nothing personal, ya understand? I just haven't been myself lately [Verse 1] Back when the [?] were the Daytons and way before spinners When rhymes weren't the size of a four-course dinner And names were always laced with rockin' thе mic right Not 16 bars of rappers who can't write Not 16 bars for peoplе who can't blow With Wraiths and big ice and colorful ringtones Before merchandising and enterprising And multi-million dollar music companies uprising And macking the business and entertainers everywhere We're either too high to notice or too dumb to care Either way, that's why we're living in it today Better fight for that deal 'fore that meal go away Become another one of them motherfuckers who got nothin' Broke down, beat up and disgusted Hatin' on everybody accustomed to takin' the easy route So I cock back the hammer and I blow they back out (Blam, blam!) [Chorus] Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam!) Put up your big guns (Blam!), cover your eardrums (Blam, blam!) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam!) Put up your big guns (Blam!), cover your eardrums (Blam, blam!) [Verse 2] You don't need let all those words of hate infiltrate Your common state of mind, although time and again I let 'em in And they chip away like chisel to stone, decayin' like bones Afraid of get witherin' alone in the cold of night Too wrong to ever admit that I'm right But in the back of my head, I'm second guessin' my best feelin' My words better serve the purpose to all of them Again, it's in my head, so I don't consider it real to feel Repulsed by some of the thoughts that my mind can produce and create out of a simple day A kind of fascination, I think it's inside my mind Is to be everything you want me to be and still be me at the same time That's the concept better said than done Try to impress myself, not you or anyone anymore And no, I'm not concerned with the score I'm concerned with people hearin' is wigs hittin' the floor (Blam, blam!) [Chorus] Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam!) Put up your big guns (Blam!), cover your eardrums (Blam, blam!) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam!) Put up your big guns (Blam!), cover your eardrums (Blam, blam!) [Verse 3] Like a triple down puffy bubble coat A hustler and cutthroat all rolled into one hope And swingin' from my rope chain is the flow game Where you can make bread like cats who flip cocaine A powder white twice as sweet as a cavity Givin' you such a high that it defies the law of gravity I'm magically delicious to any and all bitches But I don't pay 'em no mind 'cause I'm focusing on my riches So they thinkin' that I'm conceited and condescending at best But at this moment, I don't care about your thoughts and interests And while you're impressed with my faction and fiction My entourage, my vibe, and my disposition I'm on a mission and I ain't stoppin' for nothin' And you can put that on the record button, I ain't frontin' With no biproduct or artificial inseminance A pure dose of what blastin' is, lil' bitch! (Blam, blam!) [Chorus] Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam!) Put up your big guns (Blam!), cover your eardrums (Blam, blam!) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam!) Put up your big guns (Blam!), cover your eardrums (Blam, blam!) [Outro] ...And the road leads to nowhere.... [*sound of a car crash*]