Crawl Lyrics - Raisin' Cain - Johnny Winter

I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down 

And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown 

Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem like Al Capone 

Take dem to the zones of bones, like dat, well 

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, bury me under 

Big pipes soundin' like thunder 

Skated by the skin of my teeth 

I had to put a man in his place last week 

Now why you wanna come at me? 

I'm the wrong nigga to approach like that, homes 

Wrong nigga for threats 

Lone nigga wit long chrome 

And we can dance till one of us drop 

You score points fallin' wit good formation 

I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn 

The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun 

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To the floor, actin' like you goin' to war 

Now you fucked up, here come a real rocket launcher 

Flame thrower, rule wit a iron rod 

That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep tryin' hard 

But who the loser when you can't walk your hood at night 

And you can't come outside without fear 

Am I in your thoughts often? While you be walkin'? 

Foot soldier catch you at the store's corner 

Keep me on your mind and don't slumber 

Man the minute you slip wit those, that's your ass 

M O B B dunn, let's get it on dunn 

Wit Bounty Killer, yo, it's like this dunn 

Aiyyo cock that shit, pop that shit 

Squeeze off, let em know how real this is 

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer 

No other gun runners keep a round like this 

From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death 

Whether in shit I been in, runnin' down the block 

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Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon, listen 

We all been through action, you know the last me blastin' 

The last man standin, pack shit long than bare wake 

Neither the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it 

You know the Mobb lettin' off rockets 

Gun burners spit like lungies, dummies 

Still nuttin' pop but the shells 

These ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel 

A gun runner nigga for real nigga 

Yo hear my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle 

Of that brand new Six that you couldn't seem to whip 

Empty the clip, make sure no friendly get hit 

While you layin bloodied up in the Six 

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then bounce 

Then watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out 

Plug leak, slip rug right from under your feet 

You runnin' the streets, you don't want no problems wit us 

Everyday is like Fourth of July to us 

Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll find in my clutch 

Interfere wit the plan and you will get touched 

Let the liquor talk for you and you will get touched 

Full fledge, like Ra let 'em know The Ledge 

While you slippin' off edge, your shorty's givin' me head 

Cockin' 'em legs like guns when I'm cockin to spray 

Poppin' your way, sendin' shit that's hot your way