Johnny Winter - The Crawl lyrics

I saw these fools tryin' to get around
Tryin to let me down and all dat, ha
But, I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these Guns of Navarrone
I shall shoot dem like Al Capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat
Well

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down
Bury me under
Big pipes soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week

Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that
Homes wrong nigga for threats
Lone nigga wit long chrome

And we can dance till one of us drop
You score points fallin' wit good formation
I'm the wrong nigga for patience
Wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you should
Ever blast your gun

To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war
Now you fucked up
Here come a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger
Ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard

But who the loser when you can't
Walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside without fear
Am I in your thoughts often?
While you be walkin'?

Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner
Keep me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you slip wit those
That's your ass

M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn
Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn
Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em know how real this is

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough
Till the day of my death
Whether in shit I been in
Runnin' down the block

Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen
We all been through action
You know the last me blastin'
The last man standin
Pack shit long than bare wake
Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets
Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies
Still nuttin' pop but the shells
These ain't words from hell these are slugs
Something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real nigga
Yo hear my gat blow
Make you spit out crack the axle
Of that brand new Six that
You couldn't seem to whip
Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit
While you layin bloodied up in the Six

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce
Then watch the twelve o'clock news and
Hear them shout you out plug leak
Slip rug right from under your feet
You runnin' the streets
You don't want no problems wit us
Everyday is like Fourth of July to us

Henny in my cup beside the gat
You'll find in my clutch
Interfere wit the plan and
You will get touched
Let the liquor talk for you
And you will get touched
Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge

While you slippin' off edge
Your shorty's givin' me head
Cockin' 'em legs like guns when
I'm cockin to spray poppin' your way
Sendin' shit that's hot your way