Black Moon, Sean Price - Looking Down the Barrel lyrics
[Black Moon, Sean Price - Looking Down the Barrel lyrics]
BD bubble up like a branded tattoo
Outlandish and got plans to get at you
Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I
Fell off
You can get the ball to your left eye
Look, ball or crook, where I'm from
If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook
You guessed it, the Brook
Let's him them books
And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk'
Give me mines look
Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time
For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine
If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine
But, I'm accurate
One shell will fill your inside
An my life skates, on anybody, anytime
Everywhere, everybody, any place
It could be a rhyme state
And we could battle for first place
But the loser gettin' two in the face
"Looking down the barrel
Of a 12 gauge magnum"
(And you won't have a second to learn
Or you ain't have a second to turn
Move two spots, the shells hot
Shots wreckin' ya perm)
I paint the picture like a
Painter with no brush
We not the average, what goes with us
Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts
Rest time for the Moon is up
Fix ya tomb and buck
Little fuck, attitude, bossy
Only thing missing is the coffee
But of course, each are free, at the age 10
Seen my first coffin
But I was sharp like cleets
So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan
Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van
But that ain't interrupt the scan
Cuz with no deal
My Set Dip like we fuck with Cam
Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan
We make records, you make raps, so stand back
You not on my league, not on our level
Either homey please, little homey, you'll be
Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right
One in your neck and slicin' your wife
Then I, get away clean, put away cream
Cuz niggas might start hatin'
Violatin' the team i'm blastin' the hatred
I'm blastin' the 8 shit
Niggas filling affidavit's
Off some faggoty gay shit
Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets
I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix
Ok, I got mine, you get yours
Fuck it take ten paces, turn around and draw
Squeeze, Glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday
Nigga i'm your huckleberry
Plus don't give a fuck if any
Nigga getting out of line
Motherfucker is you out your mind?
I will beat fire and flame
When I fire the thing
Leave you laid out for the
Doctor to rewire your brain, p!
Outlandish and got plans to get at you
Rap dudes, but half dudes really think that I
Fell off
You can get the ball to your left eye
Look, ball or crook, where I'm from
If a nigga is shook, they call him a mook
You guessed it, the Brook
Let's him them books
And read a classic, Jimmy 'Fly' Snuk'
Give me mines look
Pots is not the reason that I'm out this time
For a moment in time, I'm takin' your shine
If we was a gun, you an uzi, I'm a nine
But, I'm accurate
One shell will fill your inside
An my life skates, on anybody, anytime
Everywhere, everybody, any place
It could be a rhyme state
And we could battle for first place
But the loser gettin' two in the face
"Looking down the barrel
Of a 12 gauge magnum"
(And you won't have a second to learn
Or you ain't have a second to turn
Move two spots, the shells hot
Shots wreckin' ya perm)
I paint the picture like a
Painter with no brush
We not the average, what goes with us
Let's see, gassious, bullet wounds and cuts
Rest time for the Moon is up
Fix ya tomb and buck
Little fuck, attitude, bossy
Only thing missing is the coffee
But of course, each are free, at the age 10
Seen my first coffin
But I was sharp like cleets
So I, stuck with the plan, fuck with the fan
Got a label, plus an office, and a custom van
But that ain't interrupt the scan
Cuz with no deal
My Set Dip like we fuck with Cam
Bucktown to Uptown, Brooklyn to Manhattan
We make records, you make raps, so stand back
You not on my league, not on our level
Either homey please, little homey, you'll be
Aiyo, gun on my left and knife on my right
One in your neck and slicin' your wife
Then I, get away clean, put away cream
Cuz niggas might start hatin'
Violatin' the team i'm blastin' the hatred
I'm blastin' the 8 shit
Niggas filling affidavit's
Off some faggoty gay shit
Go, four-four, nines snatchin' you bracelets
I ain't slow ho, listen, that's the matrix
Ok, I got mine, you get yours
Fuck it take ten paces, turn around and draw
Squeeze, Glock gotta spray, Doc Holiday
Nigga i'm your huckleberry
Plus don't give a fuck if any
Nigga getting out of line
Motherfucker is you out your mind?
I will beat fire and flame
When I fire the thing
Leave you laid out for the
Doctor to rewire your brain, p!