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Artist :B.G.
Album :Checkmate
Title :

Gun Slinger




[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automaticsautomatics
Grenadesassault rifles - run upI'll letcha have it
When it comes to gunsI'm one of the best
Get a few to the headthen a few to the chest
I've been ridin' - puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirt
At a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in work
I'm a soldier - fuck with me don't say I ain't told ya
I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya
Blues your dog and letcha know I don't play
Have your family grievin'singin' "Amazin' Grace"
And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya
I'ma upcockand knock the brains out that nigga
Bustin' heads ain't nothin' to me - I've been doin' it
And if you're smart you don't want trouble with me
If you want itbelieve I ain't gon' hesitate to bring it
I'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 wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker

[B.G.]
NiggaI swearyou don't want me to go off
'Cause when I go offbelieveniggaI'ma show off
Your head definitely gon' get blowed off
I have no conscience at all
I continue to get my roll on
Murdermurderkillkill: that's all I know
Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dopeman: that's all I know
I was raised in the streetsbitch - taught that g shit
I was toldnigga (??) knock him off his feet quick
Remember I was sevenput my hands on my first weapon
Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11
Ever since thatI fell in love with guns
Saved my allowance for a month and got me one
My cousin taught me how to shoot a nineand it was on
Nigga made me feel playedI had to upset his home
Nowif you want dramaI don't hesitate to bring it
I up that AK-47 and start to sling it

(Hook-2x [B.G.])

[B.G.]
When it's on my mindI'm ready for whatevernigga
I'ma take this beef straight to another levelnigga
Your sister just got married - I shoot-up her receptionnigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in itnigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lightstryin' to creep
That's meand I'm there to tear down the whole street
B.G. don't play no gamesI'm 'bout sprayin'
When you see meall you gon' see is "flucka-flucka-flame!!"
Brains on the ground - yellow tape all around
People sayin'"That had to be a nigga from uptown."
When I'm loseI'm lose - when I'm strappedI'ma use it
'Cause I ain't gon' have that in my hand and don't shoot it
I'ma abuse it - bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows
I only put hollow tips in my barrel
You wanna battle - niggaI'ma bring noise
I got to show ya I'm a original Hot Boyand a-

(Hook [B.G.])
-gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker

I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker

I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - label me as a dome checker

I'm a gun slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - people call me a dome checker

[B.G. {talking}]
Niggacheckmate
Niggacheckmate!
Wrong movenigga - checkmate!





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