Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lethal Warning Shot, artist - Paris. Album song Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk Recordings and Filmworks
Song language: English
Lethal Warning Shot |
Warm it up bruh, it’s time to put 'em to the test |
P-Dog back up in mix from the West |
Some throw a dub, but we throwin' up a fist |
And a few things need to be addressed, goin' down the list |
Let’s get this mothafucka crackin' |
Hard Truth Revolutionary back rappin' |
Back on the map, finna put the Black back in |
And stop actin' like the Black movement is past tense |
Real niggas understand |
Return of the drop squad recognize the brand |
G-U-E-R-R-I double L-A funk |
Comin' out the yay with that Bay funk |
Yeah, still in line with struggle |
Right with the right side recognize the hustle |
Muscle on off brands stand with the muzzle |
Aimed squarely at them fairy tale posin'-ass sissy clones |
What kind of freedom you got? |
Only one on that one-time ass, make 'em stop |
Gat Turner with the twin burner, twenty-one shots in my drawz |
Red beam on a pig make 'em pause |
You could take it or leave it alone |
Stay away from a soldier when he in a zone |
Make way for a panther that’s free to roam |
And creepin' on all enemies until all his people on |
Say this, play this, spray this, can’t evade this |
Lethal Warning Shot |
We bang this, claim this, name this, sang this, thang this |
Lethal Warning Shot |
That’s the sound ya can’t avoid |
First round is on ya boy |
We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that |
Lethal Warning Shot |
Comin' live from the Bay |
The side where the Black lives die everyday |
No rise in the pay, just hard times of the lost lives |
On the front lines cryin' in pain |
P (Dog), the needle in ya sandwich |
Blood on behalf of the low and middle classes |
Hard truth classics, twelve point plan for freedom that’s the transcript |
Stand and demand this |
Real spit, to keep us outta coffins |
Gives a mad fuck 'bout the law, chalk 'em off and |
Know for too many penitentiary is callin' |
What’s the next level? |
Gotta bring it to the devil |
Mobbin', squabbin', it’s on from the get |
Explode, reload, how many of us left? |
Film at eleven, channel seven, hold ya breath |
When black steel bring the hammer time back, it’s a wrap |
Nope, it’s not the Occupy movement |
Thanks but no thanks, I already know the truth |
And was very well acquainted with the term 'revolution' |
Way before you waited for the price to drop and moved in |
Repeat that, tweet that, P-D-O-G back |
Freedom fighter relapse, sleep strapped |
Lean back or get relaxed |
I’m puttin' hands on the enemy and pullin' white sheets back |
Say this, play this, spray this, can’t evade this |
Lethal Warning Shot |
We bang this, claim this, name this, sang this, thang this |
Lethal Warning Shot |
That’s the sound ya can’t avoid |
First round is on ya boy |
We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that |
Lethal Warning Shot |
On ya set that, It’s that, Guerrilla in the mix |
Gotta get that, get back, hit 'em with a brick |
Go ham on the man and I plan to get us some |
With a plan I get it done, with a plan to get us some, now |
'Bout damn time niggas got the meaning |
Guerrilla Funk smotherin' ya set, please believe it |
Guerrilla Funk smotherin' ya set, ain’t no weakness |
Just rough rap over rough beats clippin' weak shit |
We all rise to rise and bring us up |
And strive to bring us up, comprised to bring us up |
Disguised it for the club, now it’s time for freedom |
Screamin' 'power to the people' out the roof of the Regal |
Get my clap on, blast on, who wanna see us? |
Tell them mark ass motherfuckin' pigs we beefin' |
Tell Barack’s ass niggas sick and tired of needin' |
And we in this motherfucka till we get some relief, it’s lethal |
Say this, play this, spray this, can’t evade this |
Lethal Warning Shot |
We bang this, claim this, name this, sang this, thang this |
Lethal Warning Shot |
That’s the sound ya can’t avoid |
First round is on ya boy |
We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that |
Lethal Warning Shot |
Till the casket drop |
Until the casket drop, yeah |
Until the casket drop with that |
Lethal- Lethal Warning Shot |
That’s the sound ya can’t avoid |
First round is on ya boy |
We clap back, with that, get back, it’s that |
Lethal Warning Shot |