I Got A Gun

[Verse 1: Bozo]
I’m too raw for these pussies
They talking bout safe sex
We be shooting enemies since sega and tape decks
And regals we break necks
They know we don’t half step
Shit, I caught him on his porch
He thought it was safe there
The homies don’t play fair
We make drive-by music
Meet her at a stripclub
Now we fucking to it
Call me jewish
I pray when I chase this bread
You talking bout the hood
But they coming for your head
You walk through the hood
And they calling you a bitch
I’m a legend with this gun
Traditions like murder ones
He thought it was a band
When I talk about a drum
Goofy ass bum you ain’t scarring no one
Whip’s sitting at the crib
And we swapping ‘em for fun
20k on my neck
I ain’t talking bout a bond
You talking bout rap bro
We doing this for fun
We get it from the jump
Like Kobe against the Suns muthafucka

[Hook]
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun

[Verse 2: Loco Negro]
Black gloves, black mask
Better have on your cross
No tint either cause I need ‘em seeing the boss
I don’t mambo or cumbia
But I tango with death
Pop 12 also I always got one left
On the dead homies
I’m a make you proud
Keep my fingers on the trigger
Til I make you smile
I’m a veteran with the tec
Better pay me that homage
Or you gon’ find body parts in the garbage
You ain’t Pac, how you rapping bout
Getting those shots
Can’t even sit down and eat at the iHop
You just a face n the crowd
An “X” with a circle
Hog tied, no lie
Til your cheeks look purple
Put your money on the kid
Check the score
I took the L
But I’m bam three for four
You really wanna make it back from the store
When you hear that lead pop, hit the floor

[Hook]
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun
I got a gun, I’m on the run
Imma murder him for fun