Joell Ortiz, The Notorious B.I.G., JAY-Z - Man With A Gun lyrics
The Notorious B.I.G. [Christopher George Latore Wallace] Brooklyn, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joell Ortiz, The Notorious B.I.G., JAY-Z - Man With A Gun lyrics]
I'm hard
Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck him
I didn't want to go to Heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my
Knees with my hands gripped
Talking 'bout some praise the lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
I'd probably screw her
And dump her body in the sewer
Our Father – My pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is depressin
Niggas keep stressin
The same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take
To make my heart stop
And my body start to shake?
I ain't here to make friendships
I'm already cool with a bunch of
Fool ass niggas that extend clips
And get they blast on you'll be better off
Walkin' through Manhattan
With a Bin Laden mask on
I walk in the club – hammer's get to passin'
You walk in to clubs with
Hammer – you a has-been
I'm what's hot now, don't get mad at me
I'll make sure your ever after ain't happily
They'll bring flowers, light candles
Post pictures up
Spray paint handball courts –
Dead nigga stuff
And you don't want that, so breathe easy
Relax
The shotty make your body real easy to detach
The doc'll have a hard time trying
To put your BACK together
So get your ACT together, scrap
Now who had said Puerto Ricans can't rap?
(huh?) homeboy please, this is Joell Ortiz
When the gun is tucked
Untuck - nigga you die
It's like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one thus, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to
Get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I
(bam) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard
Got the word that I'm
(bl-blast) that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with it friend
I will kill you, commit suicide
And kill you again
Jehovah said I'm barred from the pearly gates
Fuck him
I didn't want to go to Heaven anyway
But my momma got me on my
Knees with my hands gripped
Talking 'bout some praise the lord shit
Hail Mary, fuck her, I never knew her
I'd probably screw her
And dump her body in the sewer
Our Father – My pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is depressin
Niggas keep stressin
The same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take
To make my heart stop
And my body start to shake?
I ain't here to make friendships
I'm already cool with a bunch of
Fool ass niggas that extend clips
And get they blast on you'll be better off
Walkin' through Manhattan
With a Bin Laden mask on
I walk in the club – hammer's get to passin'
You walk in to clubs with
Hammer – you a has-been
I'm what's hot now, don't get mad at me
I'll make sure your ever after ain't happily
They'll bring flowers, light candles
Post pictures up
Spray paint handball courts –
Dead nigga stuff
And you don't want that, so breathe easy
Relax
The shotty make your body real easy to detach
The doc'll have a hard time trying
To put your BACK together
So get your ACT together, scrap
Now who had said Puerto Ricans can't rap?
(huh?) homeboy please, this is Joell Ortiz
When the gun is tucked
Untuck - nigga you die
It's like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one thus, meanin' no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to
Get to know yo' God
It's a match made in Heaven when I
(bam) 'splay the seven
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard
Got the word that I'm
(bl-blast) that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with it friend
I will kill you, commit suicide
And kill you again