[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
What makes a crowd scatter more than street sweeper
With guns like that, don't matter who's deeper
Crew or solo you say fuck it
The streets are armed to the teeth the bullets comes
Duck it
Enemies suck it, sum hollow points from my joint
Squeeze the trigger like it ain't nothin'
You got gats with a nickel wrap stash out the mini mack
Cancel the little rat, that's how we interact
Who got their finger to the pulse of the street
It's the soldiers on the ave. with the toast or the
Heat
Keep friends at arm's, length enemies closer to me
Whack'em out in the ride and re-upholster the seat
Tommy D. way with Jimmy The Gent Conway
Wrong place, wrong time and definitely the wrong day
To dabble a bit in the ex-coin way
Use your gun to commit a heist, precise robbery
It's a Hobby
Will you steal again? Probably
I win the lottery when I stick 'em up come on pick 'em
Up
Your hands where my eyes see I ain't sloppy
I got Crow waiting outside in the gilapi
Surveillance watch me cover my grill with the mask
Properly
Flip the camera off with sick mockery
All these guns trying to pop me I'm dodging constantly
On top of all that I got the one time stalkin' me
[Hook: Cynic & Sick Jacken]
In my city blocks are just like battlefields
With soldiers on the street it's kill or be killed
Tephlon shields still laeve heads revealed
So even if you got a bullet proof keep you eyes peeled
In my city gun control means one thing
How you handle your gun and control the sting
Through weapons trafficking on the streets form crime rings
We're heavily armed ready for anything

[Verse 2: Cynic]
I'm from the city where it's needed to be heated and
Carry a piece
No matter your street
You weak you're getting smoked or caught by police
You bot to speak don't go for the cheese
You'll be fine just stay alive don't die while you sleep
You see we different we're high in degree, knowledge is
Deep
Carry the metal to settle and cook up the beef
We stay cool during the heats smoking swishers sweets
Where armed to with females, weapons, lyrics and beats
An army we deep, in whatever city you want we could meet
We're hardto defeat, my military train the elite
You see the technique, your armed forces couldn't compete
You big or petite, the nine will you straight off your feet
Cause we're two calibres, too big for your frame
Rhymes and fist you don't want to exchange
We're some animals thet can't be contained
Some phenoms that can't be explained
Surrounded by peons and snakes that want a piece of the
Cake
[Hook: Cynic & Sick Jacken]
In my city blocks are just like battlefields
With soldiers on the street It's kill or be killed
Tephlon shields still laeve heads revealed
So even if you got a bullet proof keep you eyes peeled
In my city gun control means one thing
How you handle your gun and control the sting
Through weapons trafficking on the streets form crime rings
We're heavily armed ready for anything

[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]
Sick dogs run street politics so stay out of it
A handful of sickos determine just how it gets
A hollow tip headed your way sometimes you just swallow
It
Bystanders get slipped you don't got to be a part of it
(More guns, no funds) These blocks are strapped and broke
You don't got to do much to provoke
When You're eyeing that muthafucker that's toteing the
Iron
He got the nine in the waistline bullets are flying

[Verse 4: Cynic]
Don't get caught in the cross fire
There's several different metals to settle the bullshit
With bullets
One banana clip would cause a big movement
Homeboy froze, got perced, now he's leaking fluid
You don't belive me watch when your closet go through it
This is some real shit, get broken quick
Get your spirit ripped, you get your people clipped
The red dot don't miss, It's either mine or his
My millie's well gripped
[Hook: Cynic & Sick Jacken]
In my city blocks are just like battlefields
With soldiers on the street It's kill or be killed
Tephlon shields still laeve heads revealed
So even if you got a bullet proof keep you eyes peeled
In my city gun control means one thing
How you handle your gun and control the sting
Through weapons trafficking on the streets form crime rings
We're heavily armed ready for anything