Gun Slinger Letra

[B.G.]I got 'em all from revolver city - automatics, automaticsGrenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have itWhen it comes to guns, I'm one of the bestGet a few to the head, then a few to the chestI've been ridin' - puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirtAt a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in workI'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told yaI'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over yaLose your dog and letcha know I don't playHave your family grievin', singin' "Amazin' Grace"And whoever call theyself comin' out there with yaI'ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that niggaBustin' heads ain't nothin' to me - I've been doin' itAnd if you're smart you don't want trouble with meIf want it, believe I ain't gon' hesitate to bring itI'll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it(Hook-2x [B.G.])I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerI'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker[B.G.]Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off'Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I'ma show offYour head definitely gon' get blowed offI have no conscience at allI continue to get my roll onMurder, murder, kill, kill: that's all I knowHustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that's all I knowI was raised in the streets, bitch - taught that g shitI was told, nigga (??) knock him off his feet quickRemember I was seven, put my hands on my first weaponDaddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11Ever since that, I fell in love with gunsSaved my allowance for a month and got me oneMy cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was onNigga made me feel played, I had to upset his homeNow, if you want drama, I don't hesitate to bring itI up that AK-47 and start to sling it(Hook-2x [B.G.])[B.G.]When it's on my mind, I'm ready for whatever, niggaI'ma take this beef straight to another level, niggaYour sister just got married - I shoot-up her reception, niggaWhack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, niggaSpot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creepThat's me, and I'm there to tear down the whole streetB.G. don't play no games, I'm 'bout sprayin'When you see me, all you gon' see is flucka-flucka-flame!!Brains on the ground - yellow tape all aroundPeople sayin' that had to be a nigga from uptownWhen I'm lose, I'm lose - when I'm strapped, I'ma use it'Cause I ain't gon' have that in my hand and don't shoot itI'ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrowsI only put hollow tips in my barrelYou wanna battle - nigga, I'ma bring noiseI got to show ya I'm a original Hot Boy(Hook [B.G.])I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerI'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checkerI'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerI'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checkerI'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerI'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checkerI'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wreckerI'm a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker[B.G. {talking}]Nigga, checkmateNigga, checkmate!Wrong move, nigga - checkmate!