From the recording Who Could It Be?
Produced By: Allen Gun, DJ Lucas D
Written By: Allen Gun
Engineer: DJ Lucas D
Cover Art: Ijtsu
Lyrics
Allen Gun playin with a full deck
The cards is stacked against you
Acquainted with the evil that men do
Death is no stranger comfortable in danger
When the beef pop off the situation getting major
Open up your rib cage with that 12 gauge pump
I meditate a little bit but clearly it’s not enough
Mothafuckas think I’m sick and they god damn right
I can smell the bodies parts in the attic cause I ain’t wrap em right
Local actors ain’t rapping right
You ain’t really bout the shit you talkin colors shown runnin from the fight
The Wild West and I’m Billy the kid
A natural home grown terrorist dropping bombs on the innocent
Blood dripping off the fangs of a vampire
Stay serving til the sun come up foos is buying
Then retire back into my coffin life ain’t shit
Im throwing bullets at your bitch ass first
Inhale the wickedness
Matter of fact I’ll take another hit and bounce to the corner store
40 swiggin busta killa lunatic
Mothafuckers think I’m playin?
Fuck them foos
Wipe em off the face of the earth total annihilation
I’m feeling quite sick I’ll admit it
From murders that I should have committed
And all the ones I got a way wit it
Homies be telling me that I need to take a break
But all the murderous thoughts inside my mind driving me insane
I’m on a roll smoking to the point my eyes don’t work no more
Faded out my god damn mind I'm swerving down the road
Scoping all the fiens with they money out
The playaz in my city of AZ know what the fuck that I’m talking about
One time if you don’t mind stay out my fuckin way
I’m tryna stack my chips together no time to catch a case
Steady coming up wit the Mob oh my god
It’s that white boy from Chandler smoking beats like it’s my fuckin job
I’m living on another level
Burying so many wack emcees I’m finna need another shovel
Get yo posse foo but I gotsta let you know
If it’s your team against mine then your team gots to go
480 mentally is only one I know
Smoking foes making music dodging hoes cruising down the road
Cleansing my mind of weakness and these weak bitch foos
Think they threats but they know they can’t fade this?
480 we stay high