Lyrics Gun 4 Gun - Kurupt, Nas, Killa Priest of Wu Tang

Gun 4 Gun

+Guns 4 Gun+, streets full of Rivers of Blood
Raised in the PJ’s where real niggaz are thugs
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, blood for blood
Coming to a theatre near you, it’s all love
+Guns 4 Gun+, streets full of Rivers of Blood
Raised in the PJ’s where real niggaz are thugs
I make Mussolini wear a Kufi
I talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holding his Uzi
Peering through curtains, who will I murder?
Pearl silencer screw 'em up I burner
.44 caliber, the new Nat Turner
I make Hitler wear a Yarmulke
KKK, celebrate Kwanzaa, should I pursue further?
I’m like Tutankhamen with the tools of my garment
Put a few on my cartridge, the Moon and Stars lit
Light up the hood it looks like a techno club
We slam dance to this music when the Tec blows slugs
Its ghetto thugs, welfare and poor education
And gang love sitting the federal waiting
What did Malcolm think, split second 'fore he was shot?
Did he think to hit the deck on the floor, before he dropped?
Or did he just say «Fuck it, I’ma die for my brothers»
'Cause by killing him, just made his words teach others
Like Martin Luther King, he preached peace
They still got him, like the West-East beef
Finally that shit is rotten
Place your self in the shoes of a people’s leader
From drug kingpin to president, either is off the meter
Your best man can turn to the squeezer
Burn you and leave ya, beside a lonely road
Or inside a meat freezer
That’s the way it goes on the third rock from the Sun (Earth)
Alone circling the light where we begun
Where we become, a follower to a general
With soldiers to run, they move off every word of ya tongue
Feelings are ruthless, when you was young pulling ya gun
Not scared to shoot shit, remember it was all in the fun
Is this the power you wanted?
Can you control over a hundred minds?
And these are grown men, who’ve killed over a hundred times
Every champ team has a arch rival
And it takes one time to mess up and niggaz don’t like you
You start to want peace, niggaz want you deceased
Your money low, niggaz want you to go Who else but I can bring the most haunting flow (Nas)
You’re soon to see the best of me From a boy, man, to a king, hear out my destiny
When my families at stake, I think at how much slander I’ll take
Then I sit back and watch tapes on Alexander the Great
Start studying on how he bloodied men
I think of rappers I’ma massacre
Metal armor cover my skin, take me to war, fuck y’all
Priest is Ivan the Terrible;
stare in my eyes, unbearable
You collide with the generals
Surround me like the Most High surrounded by cherubim’s
Who would off imagined the illest collabo, Priest and Nas are incredible
He spits Ether, I spit Urantia, describe how you Devil’s move
Scream on Emcees as I recount my pedestal
The I to the-L to the-L to the-W the-I to the-L to the-L
To the- W the-I to the-L to the-L, bring trouble too
Priest, Nasdaq Dow Jones