-E M T (1)-
Niggas is drawing they pistols what to be bangin' for is takin' your life/ Two killas is side by side, lettin' me feel the gun play/ Ready to die and time to ride/ Time we just started this chain reaction/ 50 Cal blastin' gimma a nut, try and get to the Cadi/ Poppin' the trunk and grabbin' that AK 47 automatic, static/ Releasin' them shells, fuck 'em as well when I'm lookin' for the po-po's/ If they get in my way, well I'll handle my bizness/ I sweat two guns that's what I'm kiddin' at/ Execute cause I never be leavin' a witness, so die/ It's made to be time with the helicopters chasin' blood racin' so I...
-E M T (2)-
Helicopters chasin' blood racin' flash backs of the bloody murders/ AK, 50 Calibers comin' through, ready to serve them blue suits and the playa hatin' fate of wannabe's immitatin'/ Two Gun and the Mo' Thug soldiers creatin' massive anihilation/ Commitin' your murder, niggas talk shit, commitin' they suicide when we drive by/ Gettin' they one five peelin' they wigs off, makin' sure they die/ And I've tried to maintain but I love this insanity/ No love, on the verge of slippin' away/ My goals' to hold on to reality causin' the casualties fatalities
-E M T (3)-
Niggas is drawin' the pistols, what to be bangin' for? Just takin' your life/ Two killas is side by side, lettin' me feel the gun play, ready to die anytime when my time
-Two Gun-
When I be comin' with anger always be packin' one up in the chamber/ Nigga come from behind enemy lines, you know my life is just in danger
-Flesh N Bone-
Hard times, hard times, hard times, get you somethin' finna come through heads off and never understand you'll get your coffin/ Hard times, hard times, hard times, get you somethin' finna come through heads off and never understand you'll get your coffin
-PD-
I'm runnin' with them mighty Mo' Thugs, Mo' Thug Millenium/ Nigga be feelin' my pain, droppin' the aim/ Hell is where we gonna be sendin' 'em/ Mother fucker, you know the game, you know the name/ This agin' family never gon' change rollin' with the AK-47, Mac-11, 50 Cal, stack the fifth or the infra red in your range/ Hard times, hard times/ Releasin' this stress, this pressure off of my mind/ We learnin' we earnin' two guns and in fact we comin' and we know this fam. comin' already know it's time to shine/ Gon' stay down, lay down, way down so mother fucker come around my way/ And what you gotta say when I come around your way/ Nigga don't you know it's time to play
-Lil D-
And I pack with the automatic fully (?) with the motherfuckin' cops, I'm a make they body rott/ Ain't a damn thing stoppin me, get down straight from the C-Town/ Ya'll niggas come around, get your beat down to the grind/ You wanna hear the sound when you hear the sirens, they cryin' and I'm ready for war/ When I'm at war, niggas say "What is the gun for?" Act like I knew nothin' but I kick back when I sit back when I react with the gat in my lap and that's why it is called hard times, hard times
-Flesh N Bone-
Yeah, back to back these niggas come. One by one they fall. Smackin' with the bloody Jesus. Flesh N Bone Incorporated.
-Chorus-Two Gun-
Mother fucker, you know the game, you know the name; It's Two Gun of Lost Angels/ Got 'em on the run, run/ Mother fucker, you know the game, you know the name; It's Two Gun of Lost Angels/ Got 'em on the run, run (That lynchin' you feel like a knife in your soul, oh and I am tryin' so hard to live...) Mother fucker, you know the game, you know the name; It's Two Gun of Lost Angels/ Got 'em on the run, run/ Mother fucker, you know the game, you know the name; It's Two Gun of Lost Angels/ Got 'em on the run, run
-E M T (6)-
Bitch got taught a lesson about the Smith N Wesson/ I'm the best when I flex and I'm sendin' (?) pinnin' a way to your grin and I'm finna be chillin' and loadin' my clip and killin' cause that the way I be killin' when I'm livin' so cold/ And it about the time they harass me, so buck the po-po/ I take 'em in a alley and leave 'em in a dark hole cause they (?) now it's time to go
-Two Gun-
Had a motherfuckin' end to the excorcist (?) get a niggero wit a (?) with a chemical weapon abusin' em with a whistle suppressin' uzi and you can say I'm bout it/ Takin' no shorts and no losses, and it ain't over/ Never decide cause I get to strikin' like a motherfuckin' snake and I know you know I'm feelin' for it/ Some say I'm leadin' the path of destruction cause a nigga out here bustin' I give a damn/ Finally caught the nigga slippin'/ Get on your knees, hand over your keys and G's, and Ki's and cheese/ I don't fuck around/ Came face to face with a lil' dog and I murder them, that's not all
-E M T (7)-
Niggas frontin' they catchin' coffins/ AK poppin' slugs in a nigga quick, infa red beams equipped/ Whether Blood or Crip we gon' see these niggas pressure rip if they set trippin'/ Convicted for thuggin' not givin' a fuck, killin' off in this prison/ You niggas know this and so I load 50 Calibur weapons, and I commensin' dispensin' killin' and I hope that I'm forgivin' for devilish deeds that I did in my sleep that my head held/ Caught in me and I don't want to go, but it is my fate, then let it be/ A murderin' murderer, seein' in my victims eyes as I hear the screams and I know the cries/ Before your life, I take it, may God bless your soul cause the devil won't
-Flesh N Bone-(EMT)-Outro-
(Yeah, nigga.) Don't let devil cheat your stupid ass from recievin' the Lord's blessings. FBI, Mo! Thug Millenium 7th Signs motherfuckers (Buck Buck Buck! Yeah.) Ya'll niggas can't see this shit. (And you know it) Cleveland, the northside. (What's up) A revelation, the westside. (Die Die Die/ Buck Buck Buck) Cleveland 2 Cali, nigga, this' Mo! Thug for life. Buck Buck Buck (Buck... Millenium. 5th Dog nigga. 7 ot 6 slugs. Bone Thugs N Harmony) We doin' this shit for the Lord. And if ya'll motherfuckers don't like it, go get a double edged sword. (Bone Thugs N Harmony/ What? What the fuck? Two Gunn, Lost Angels/ Trick ass hookers/ We're the Mo! Thugs baby/ Buck... And we out nigga) These niggas can't handle my motherfuckin' family. My motherfuckin' family too mighty for these niggas. They scared of us. Everytime they see a nigga, they want to job off (What's up!) that motherfuckin' mouth whoop-d-whoop and all that about what a nigga want nigga. Nigga, you can't handle these niggas. We on, we the true sons. (That's right) We the sons of God nigga. (Yeah. What's up? Respect. What's up? Back up. You better motherfuckers.)
