Special Teamz, Jasta - Gun In My Hand lyrics

Somebody gets shot
Lights from the sirens coming
I can still hear the bullets
From the iron humming
Cats by the buckets are dying youngin
And the people on the streets
Have seen the violence running
? on the ground bleeding, please
Stay with him don’t leave or he’s gonna
Stop breathing this evening
The night’s full of blood
Settle beef with bullet slugs
Skulls burst from the heavy metal
Some will pull the plug
This is how the hate breeds
Where the snakes bleed
And the catch is run away
Before the jakes see
Blowing angel dust if God takes me
Slaine wrapped in chains, wanna break free
I ain’t got no fear today
Where you stand is where you lay
It’s how the demons and the spirit's play
So when I go to sleep I
Can still hear them say

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand
Still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world
Every moment is pain
Never cross me, never speak my name

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand
Still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world
Every moment is pain
How can you face yourself if
You can’t face me?

This is Armageddon just waiting to set in
And I am commandeering this ship
Setting a new heading
You’re hellbound under the spell now
And gun powder’s the last stench
You can smell now your body will rot
Broad daylight nobody will stop
And Jaysaun’s the most thorough but
A lot of you not
You a Satan’s lapdog, loyal
Willing to please, i’m a hitman for hire
Cheap killing for cheese
So militant don’t give a shit
If you’re not feeling it
Put the rap right on your cap
And then start peeling it
Swig the forty ouncer, that Hatebreed
Wash that down with the shot
Of that Special Teamz
My personality’s fracture and it splat ya
Drive with the Reaper for your
Soul and then snatch ya
Don’t try this at home, we are not actors
We the S dot T dot, the dominant factors

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand
Still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world
Every moment is pain
Never cross me, never speak my name

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand
Still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world
Every moment is pain
How can you face yourself if
You can’t face me?

Yo you the type to blow it all out of context
Small nigga, Napoleon complex
Create conflicts so when the Lam spit's
It hit's you in the head like bong hit's
When the song switch
Find yourself in a club full of
Convicts with the wrong bitch
Silent killer like arsenic
Politic with a walking stick
Stop talking slick
Your life ain’t worth nothing
It’ll cost you quick
Special Teamz, Hatebreed, moshing pit
Boston shit, leave it to us
Surrounded by sinners and evil doers
In your flesh like skewers
Edo the best and the truest
Fuck the law that pursue us
Raw fresh and the newest you remain clueless
Ear to the street, your feet in the sewers

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand
Still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world
Every moment is pain
Never cross me, never speak my name

All I wanted was a little respect
And with this gun in my hand
Still got a fighting chance
Through all the shit in this world
Every moment is pain
How can you face yourself if
You can’t face me?