Lyrics:
Little Toy Gun

face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree. Standing there by my side when the fighting is done, glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun

?" I replied "Hi, I am Gudda Gudda that nigga." I was raised in the home of the cap splitters Whip on 24's watch it crawl like a caterpillar I come with a toy

We started living in an old house My ma gave birth and we were checking it out It was a baby boy, so we bought him a toy It was a ray gun and it was 1981

's make it understood Just one man with a whole lot of homeboys Ya get the click of the glock when I pull of the chrome toy Check me an' I'll check you

But you're fuckin' up with Mack 10 Silly little philly I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little

when she twirls around and do a whirl for me (My music box) Won't you be my private little dancer? (My music box) I'm fixated on asphyxiating and breakin' this little

MC's, so eat these And stand at attention, did I forget to mention My classes aren't expensive That's if you are an uncomprehensive Defensive sensitive, toy rapper, little

in the cold, cold rain And my tiny son with his toy gun stands by me In his soldier suit and a tiny flag clutched tightly in his hand Little boy soldier, little

petty little rap beat No fingerprints is how my expert-ass be While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground Right here, spotlight, where the chicks is found You see this little