guns blazing (drums of death part 1)
Singer:unkle
the mad dino with the bambino
more reservoir dogs than tarantino
making the block hotter than jalepenos
be wettin' shit like pesci in casino
drug czar and the baby-p.a. beater
the m-8 behind the bar-freer
ready to bomb like vietnam with arms
'cause the hollow-points and phenomenon
the killer with the gold beretta
sweater-letter with the hollow letter
the paneretta gettin' redder kids and momma-shredder
infrared glow off the armor better
coming through with the 6-shell revolver
and in the 'ville i be the barber
the motherfuckin' face carver
give you a dose of shit that's dope as soda
the underworld family cosa nostra
pearl handle inside the shoulder holster
g. luciano with a click but nothin' but n.s & chicanos
you get hit up like castellano
italiano like crime familia
me and my goons might have to kill you
we play bloodsports at home court
g rap and dj shadow leave your bone squashed
we judge and jury in the home court
give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
surrounded by mad pedefors
your whole frame laid in the white chalk
you got the smoking section
first-class tickets to resurrection
forever destined to a place where n.s never restin'
headed in hell's direction
lost at the crossroads and intersection
should've wore a vest for chest protection
slug fill you to capacity
someone with the hand velocity of butch cassidy
bitch nigger with the audacity to blaspheme me
got yourself caught in a motherfuckin' tragedy