Looking Down The Barrel

Black Moon

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    "Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum" [x2]

    [Buckshot]
    BD bubble up like a branded tattoo
    Outlandish and got plans to get at you
    Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I
    Fell off, you can get the ball to your left eye
    Look, ball or crook, where I'm from
    If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook
    You guessed it, the Brook, let's him them books
    And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk', give me mines look
    Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time
    For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine
    If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine
    But I'm accurate, one shell will fill your inside
    An my life skates, on anybody, anytime
    Everywhere, everybody, any place
    It could be a rhyme state, and we could battle for first place
    But the loser gettin' two in the face

    [Chorus x2: sample (Buckshot)]
    "Looking down the barrel, of a 12 gauge magnum"
    (And you won't have a second to learn
    Or you ain't have a second to turn
    Move two spots, the shells hot, shots wreckin' ya perm)

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    [Buckshot]
    I paint the picture like a painter with no brush
    We not the average, what goes with us
    Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts
    Rest time for the Moon is up, fix ya tomb and buck
    Little fuck, attitude, bossy
    Only thing missing is the coffee
    But of course, each are free, at the age 10
    Seen my first coffin, but I was sharp like cleets
    So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan
    Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van
    But that ain't interrupt the scan
    Cuz with no deal, my Set Dip like we fuck with Cam
    Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan
    We make records, you make raps, so stand back
    You not on my league, not on our level, either homey
    Please, little homey, you'll be

    [Chorus x2]

    [Sean Price]
    Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right
    One in your neck is slicin' your wife
    Then I, get away clean, put away cream
    Cuz niggaz might start hatin', violatin' the team
    I'm blastin' the hatred, I'm blastin' the ancient
    Niggaz feelin' afridavits, off some faggoty gay shit
    Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets
    I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix
    Ok, I got mine, you get yours
    Fuck you take ten paces, turn around and draw
    Squeeze, glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday, nigga
    I'm your huckleberry, plus don't give a fuck if any
    Nigga, get line and learn, motherfucker is you out your mind?
    I will beat fire and flame, when the fire today
    Leave you laid out for the doctor to rewire your brain, P!

    [Chorus x4]

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