Dot & The Reverend William Black) Lyrics - Singles - W.c.

[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 roar 

Better get that money, and be out the door 

[W.C.] 

Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end 

Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you 

Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter 

With the rest to gather, my cold killer 

It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac 

And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got 

Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey 

I'm one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me 

For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? 

Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA 

Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid 

And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids 

And I can't fight the feeling like one way 

When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play 

For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it 

So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music 

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)] 

I don't care what it takes, we gon' make it 

They say the chains too strong for us to break it 

Willing to do what it takes for us to make it 

And we can overcome anything we faced with 

(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall 

After all, all, all, all, all....) 

[Christ Bearer] 

When them guns go off, bitches hit the floor 

Or then forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho 

I don't care what it takes, I pull out a gear 

Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off 

Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction 

Get two thirty off the head with cold dumplings 

Niggaz jump when the AK bark 

Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggaz spark 

You dig? Niggaz ready for war 

Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain't heavy no more 

And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more 

And when we run out of bullets, and you still want static? 

I grab the three eighty and pull out the automatic 

We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta's 

Niggaz ain't shit funny, when it comes to a brawl 

Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in 

Guns go off, y'all know y'all strippin' 

[Hook: P. Dot (The Reverend William Black)] 

Willing to do what it takes for us to make it 

And we can overcome anything we faced with 

(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall 

After all, all, all, all, all....) 

[E-40] 

Look out peon, we might of lost the battle, but we won the war 

I grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor 

Can't be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart 

Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and park 

Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it chop 

Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop 

Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee 

Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day 

My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised a beast 

And I can't rest til my enemies rest in peace 

The bigger they are, the harder they fall 

Run up on me, I'ma knock the hell outta y'all 

My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I'm puttin' hands on 'em 

One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em 

Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em 

Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em 

[Chorus] 

[Hook]