Canibus, JAXIMUS, Havoc - Death by Beretta lyrics
Havoc [Kejuan Waliek Muchita] Queens/Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Canibus, JAXIMUS, Havoc - Death by Beretta lyrics]
Death By Beretta is a diatribe
Ignited by the eye of the tiger
Put him to sleep with a tranquilizer
The one eyed pirate's a sniper
You never seen a scope
With windshield wipers?
Mandatory confirmation required by
The spotter before you can fire
Go jogging in my morning attire
Ghillie suit team Realtree troop
Keep me in the loop
Shoot! When you see the billy goat eat soup
Crawl in the mud
I don't know how I got poisonous
Frog blood on my boots
Could paralyze niggas the size of a moose
The wounded wolf with a cracked tooth
The old school DMX spook
Hot pursuit, jump from roof to roof
I got a canine that cost 9K
He do whatever I say
He even put the pin back in grenade
Fileshare, music to my ears
The sound of metal zippers and velcro
When I pack my outdoor gear
Get the fuck up! We outta here!
Prepare for nightmare with no fear
I blow smoke when my snout breathe air
Fog so thick, they can't see clear
They blood so thin
They pass out whenever they closed to scared
They shook! I sharpie autograph
They little blackbooks tell 'em "Look
Don't think this means you off the hook"
Late night jooks that doublecross crooks
Transportin' the kush, special
Forces, camcorders, and books
Paddywagon bodybaggin' assassins
Jiu-jit'su ground attack
Grabbin' cauliflower ears from wrastlin'
Calm down, we just practicin', roll
That shit, light it up, then pass it to him
Don't ask him again
My pen and paper go together like
Thames river and Big Ben
Drunk off gin, with a shitfaced grin
The Maker's Mark
Laser paint the forward operatin'
Base in the dark
We like a school of dolphins chasin' a shark
I'll scrape your glint tape off
You ain't even worth your weight in salt
I'll make a satellite erase your thoughts
UCMJ couldn't afford the day to
Day cost required to
Make sure ten thousand bars could take off
And now here I am, there you are
What the deal nigga? Draw!
I'm talkin' 'bout steel not straws
They call me Roy Rogers with
A fist full of dollars
Dirty ass poncho, with a horse named Dodger
Train robber Ali Baba, Obama Hussein Hussama
We both got the same baby momma
She wrote me a letter
I read it as they pulled the lever
'I'll always love you' - Death by Beretta