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featuring Gonzoe  Phats Bossalini  Yukmouth 

Verse 1 *(Rame Royal)* 

I reside 
in Oakland  California Eastside 
ain't no bullshit 
I mean to the fullest we ride 
be wise if you ain't ready for trigger action 
niggas may ask ya now 
when I comes to blastin 
the sons of fashion 
it's too much 
like gettin touched for rappin 
slip the clip in you fucked 
won't even know what happened 
unload  close caskets from the cappin 
defaced 
erased 
can't be replaced 
it's a disgrace 
vet players set this pace 
can't keep up 
We leave you wit what? 
Hit your chest 
Like kicks from the bass? 
Someone should of told you 
I'm from the old skool 
meanin the cold dude wit heat 
when I hold my two 
make your whole body go like Jul's 
then disinigrate 
slugs penitrate any thug 
don't discriminate 
I mean this 
go up in you like intervenous 
witness' forgettin this 
ain't seen shit 
they fiend this 
Town's Finest 
few dank hits 
YaHighness 
wrap that ass up in a blanket like blindness 
dump you in the trunk punk 
wit the pump, mass, an semi 
while I toast yo ass wit the Henny. 

Cuz I'm the type of nigga 
that's quick to blast 
fuck wit me 
I bust a cap in that ass 
cuz I don't give a fuck 
I buck an keep bailin.... 
I hope you bitch niggas ain't tellin! 

Chorus *(Rame Royal)* 2x 

Duce-duce's 
duce-5's 
3-80's 
3-57's 
glocks 
4-4's 
4-5's 
an Mac 11's 
Tech's, AP-9's 
AR-15's 
AK-47's 
uzi's, M-16's. 
(second time "Uzi's, M-16's" is replaced by "fully auto machines") 

Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)* 

It was me an Rame 
in a drop top Mustang 
money from caine 
wit visions of havin fame 
I went to Regime 
M-16's wit red beams 
to serve crack fiends 
tef filled the magazines 
WHAT?! 
I'm on a come up 
pressin my luck 
hold glocks not givin a fuck 
fillin my cup to the brim 
regrettin my sins 
I push a Benz 
fuck 10's 
plus all they friends 
they love the bubble man 
it's Bossi 
fuckin wit mine could be costly 
multiple shots 
slash yo spot then we outtie 
AK's 
tossin grenades 
yo blocks raid 
when the gun blaze 
you an yo niggas done hit the pave. 
WHAT?! 

*(Rame Royal)* 

(Ra-me!!!) 
What? 
(Roy-al!) 
Gun Powder! (echos twice) 
(Nigga it's Gonzoe!) 
When shot's reign down from the tower. 
It's Gun Powder. 
Hit yo chest an devour. 
Gun Powder. 
Nigga! 
Bring you to your final hour. 
It's Gun Powder. (echos twice) 

Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)* 

I'm 21 now 
burn keys of weed down to ashes 
make more money 
sip Henn outta Champagne glasses 
like niggas 
cuz they give us 
a foul hand to work with 
I keep takin hits from the deck until it's perfect 
my sister's smoked out 
an I'm stuck feedin her kids 
work my site phat on the block 
and it's worth ends 
so fuck it 
ain't no luck in this game 
it's Rame's thinkin 
I ain't lookin in the police face wit out blinkin 
can't crack 
the eye contact 
I give that shit right back 
talk to him wit this thang on my lap 
maybe it's my habitat 
my surroundins 
my world 
bout hoochie bitches 
Cutlass' 
wit 15's poundin 
It's Gun Powder. 

*(Rame Royal)* 

Cuz I'm the type of nigga 
that's quick to blast 
fuck wit me 
I bust a cap in that ass 
cuz I don't give a fuck 
I buck an keep bailin.... 
I hope you bitch niggas ain't tellin! 

*(Chorus)* 2x 

Verse 4 *(Crown Jul)* 

We got Downtown livin 
an big city dreams 
got my trigger finger 
an my palms itchin for green 
stalkin caps an trench coats 
poppin at all them poster nigga kinfolks 
best hope is revenge close 
an get to hoppin 
I get to choppin dicks off 
this ain't Lorenna Bobbit 
they can't stop it 
I gets off 
and man you been spotted 
red dotted 
ya head shot at 
bustin 3-57's 
pushin 3-50 rocket 
up an down the asphalte 
catapultin bullets up in them ass holes 
full of dope 
we full of saucy 
get the cash flow 
drunk niggas be accuarate 
be mackin the gats 
so punk niggas evacuate the area and 
we raid yo block in caravans 
strapped wit 4 Mac's 
brought back from Afghanistan 
face it 
wit Millimeter in hand 
if you ever need a friend 
call the heater man. 

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* 

I got a AK 
a Tre-8 
a Tech-9 
an HK 
uzi and a chrome 4-5 
Stashed outside. 

Skinny niggas don't box 
I sock niggas in the head wit the glock 
clown they ass wit the Peppermint Snops 
pop Extacy an mushroom tops 
fuck the boon docks 
an come to 6-500 Blocks 
wit a batch of rocks stashed in the boom box 
posted up 
roll the dice nigga broke it up 
smoke it up 
Kryptonite like Fruit Topia 
I twist ya cap 
niggas be gettin they caps twisted 
caught up in traps 
fuckin wit hood rat bitches 
man I mack bitches 
slap bitches like Pretty Tony 
niggas be phonier than Cubic-Zirconi 
I make you mutha fuckas scream "I Miss My Homie" 
(UGGGHHH!!) 
Whip out the gun and I would FUCK yo hood 
now where you from niggah!!??

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