Nighthawks (Cage and Camu Tao) - N.R.A. lyrics

Sunny day, fuck a money day this is murda
Oh you fucks wanna play with my
Money? Let's hit your bird up
First, burst Kenny for roamin' with Denny
Shot Tommy in the back while
He was boning Jenny
Had to kill this bitch cause she
Like to run her mouth
And I ain't got time to shoot off
Her arms and cut her tongue out
With Timmy flexin' and his chest
Legs and hips up
Felt bad to kill 'em just some kid mixed up

Nah, seen 'em in the hospital
Getting his belly stitched up
So I finished the job put
6 through his bitch cut
When the ID's proper, I slip her like doctors
Jump in the service elevator
Switching the coppers
Cause it's a thug thing
Yall nigga wanna cut 'caine
At the DA's office hookers wanna hug brains
And if you wanna step with your turn
Your chest'll get burned
I serve and protect what's mine
And your set'll get turned

We stock guns we block funds
And let 'em know we got guns
We gotta keep selling we
Keeping the streets yellin'

We cops guns we stock funds
And let 'em know this blocks done
Throw up your hands felon or
You gonna keep yellin'

I gotta 44 mag and stock
That'll blow you to pieces
And have your holding your jesus
And holding your keys up
Ducking from c4s and cannons
Holding your needs up
Special unit task force roll
Up in three trucks they roll up on a payroll
Ready to seize stuff
C'mon dog this is your sole purpose
Clowning nigga's like a universal soul circus
The word on the street is you
A herb you a cheat

You'd rather be stuck in a
House with Mike Myers shoot up bike tires
Try the merc take the work
I hope you like fires
Streets fiend for blood so I feed it thugs
When the shit comes back that's
What we feed the judge
The DA drank the piss when the block resist
Give you a Glock to kiss you
Like "What kinda cop is this?"
Have the warrants to kick down doors
Stick My dick down whores
Then I'mma kick down yours

We stock guns we block funds
And let 'em know we got guns
We gotta keep selling we
Keeping the streets yellin'

We cops guns we stock funds
And let 'em know this blocks done
Throw up your hands felon or
You gonna keep yellin'

Fuck who you telling, I played the games
So I showed you a few
Cards I'm like David Blaine
And I stayed with caine 'til I
Got the dust water running
Took the heat off the streets just
To keep the orders coming
And this how they repay me
By trying to play me
And they look happy and dead
While they smile in gravy
Bitch bring out your baby you know
Your whole camp is dead
Gimme the dope and the kid's coke

I've been on the force for six months
Of course I'm sick nigga
Of course I hit blunts snort coke
Count dough in customs
Any rookie that don't wanna
Follow we fuck them
Any dealer that don't wanna turn
We bust them and turn in the state evidence
Cop tail your residence
You fucking with the long arm of the law
We don't read rights keep them streets tight
Speeding through them street lights
It's a leet life

We stock guns we block funds
And let 'em know we got guns
We gotta keep selling we
Keeping the streets yellin'

We cops guns we stock funds
And let 'em know this blocks done
Throw up your hands felon or
You gonna keep yellin'