Lyrics:
Stick To Your Guns Fire With Fire

through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case niggas slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you guard your

s a stick up stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win

will show guns what it is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but I'll walk If your not from the triboro, story

bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (stay) Drink your wine (home) Watch the fire

[Chorus: P. Dot] When them guns goes off, we be ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens

thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta till I graduated to one And got the rep of a villain for weapon concealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealin' Willin' to stick

my hammers be sendin bastards to a better place [Royce Da 5'9"] Let me set it straight, they fans been led astray Niggaz keep gassin with guns with unleaded

body with somebody toast This shit just practice, sickest rappin' Baptist, kill your pastor Steal your Chap Stick, after that make you kiss a cactus Then take your

dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip and