Brooklyn Zu, Shavo Odadjian, RZA, Monk112 - If I Had a Gun lyrics

To become a Zu Warrior
One had to be brave, disciplined and selfless

Broadway zu good looking on the track, baby
Yo, pass that forty, nigga ok

If I had a gun, and you had a gun
Would you stand there, boy
Or would you bust your gun
But I know, that you won't
You scared to death, so duck low

The place that I'm from, is
Known through the world, nigga
Guns and knives get carried by girls
It's the underground train station
Bitches are squirrels and I
Rock a four-four, named him Earl
He go ta twin sister and the handle is pearl
She hide under my shirt, so let's get 'em
Girl her brother in the trunk
Right next to the bird
When a nigga bust off a round
Corners get curved
Shoot another one, and together they merge
And'll hit a nigga body
Til it's blood in the shirt
His body in the hurse
On the way to the church and grandma crying
Get some tissue out of Archie purse

I'm from a birth place
Where memories are built
Numerous bodycounts, no trace of the killa
Only, Zu gorillas wait in alley to hit ya
Take gwop out ya pockets
Then pistol whip you
You got guns, we got guns, shit
Try to find a Zu without the God Jewel
It'll never happen
Do I ask for this life, hope she go alright
Momma made new fools
This clip duck and move me
New shoes, so new fools like Pro Tools
Line up fit to the Brook illy next tomb
I heard you say Brooklyn ain't
Like it used to be
That's because you're pussy and you always
Like you used to be

You better chill, God, word to Allah, Lord
You terrycloth a derelict that very soft
Don't ever try to double cross
The Knights, that's a double loss
Yellow tape ya block off
In the West, it's a showdown
Approach then we draw down
If I had a gun, and you had a gun
I take three steps back
Bust my gun and empty every one
I had in the cartridge
Even the one in the chamber
Real intelligent
Bust was raised as a gangbanger
That's why my attitude is Rugged
So I get the fuck it
You bitch made, so what you got a gun
You won't bust it on Doc Doom, yeah
You can run but you can't hide
Scared to knuckle up
Better duck when the slugs fly

I got guns wit multiple selections
Guns with no discretion
Bullets that change direction and catch
You at the intersection
Pop, scaredy cops off, whistle when I pop off
Whistle, blow your fucking socks off
Just my desire, get rid of you
If it's a miracle
You'll make it to critical
My bullets'll follow you to the hospital
Catch you in secret places
Show up in unusual spaces
Torched wit Iron Maiden
Ya face get trapped in maces
Go back to back wit gats
Cop walk the ten paces
Turn around and clap happy
Niggas return to they bases
I know real G's from Rally through Cali
From the southern cotton fields
To the Ohio Steel Valley
From the Hills of Hollywood
To India in Bollywood
You get bucked-bucked-bucked, if
You don't polly, good
I wish you would

ODB, rest in peace
Brooklyn Zu is about to takeover