[Mavado]
I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family

Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me

[French Montana]
It was murder she wrote… your name in blood
When the love gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
Six cars full of gold, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, headshots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
She want it all, die alone
There’s a going on nobody safe from
Now we talking to the judge when your day come
Like ”it was hard not to kill these niggas”
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas

Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
While I’m strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like stillborn, niggas won’t make it out alive
Nigga…

[Mavado]
I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me

[Ace Hood]
Fuck it, I’m ready to die tonight
Put it on Mom with that clip on my back, and I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready no matter the price
Playing with mine, you niggas ccan get it, including your wife
Isn’t life a ma’fucka?
Since 17, that pistol been my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon playing Danny Glover
AK40, own a hundred if we talking numbers
Riders fucking with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn ‘em to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your mobster
“Bang, bang! ” bless ‘em father
Passed beside him, rest aside a lake

That’s swimming with snakes inside
And look in my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh Lord… I’mma ride on my enemies
If I die tonight I bet them gangsters ‘member me
Nigga, ’til then…

[Mavado]
I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me

[Snoop Dogg]
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
Kick talk nonstop – “blocka, blocka! ” bloodclot
Don’t test the lion ’cause you’ll get dropped on the spot
Lick shots, drip drop on soil – hot hot ’til it boil
To this Crip shit I’m loyal…
Dip with us, ride with us, fly with us, slip with us
Sick with us, sing with us, bad little bitch wanna get with us
She like the French tip nails that I wear
And I’m so pimped out, the dreads in my hair
You got who? Now the truth is to dare

Blue bandana, it’s me and Montana
Had to drop a Caddy, with Tanisha, Alicia, Keisha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer

[Mavado]
I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me

[Scarface]
The smell of blood in the bathroom

Body laid out stiff, all the stab wounds
I told this nigga I was comin’ back
Pussy must not of heard me when I told him that
Nigga, it’s eye for an eye
A life for a life – a body for a price
I wanna smell his last breath took
And look him in his eyes
And make sure he knows how death looks
‘Cause I’m him, it’s in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Overkilling, it’s ain’t not coming back from it
Then walk away with a demeanor like I just done it
Something evil this way cometh
For big face hundreds, this bitch gets punished

[Mavado]
I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I’ll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
That’s right – Jamaicans’ll murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me