[Verse 1: Sean Price] The god send you back to the Earth from which you came Backsmack Earth, wind, fire and rain Elemental, the god get busy to instrumentals Yeah you get busy, but that's all in your mental I sent you a note sayin', \"Son, don't rhyme\" You ain't listen, in turn he got burnt with the nine Here's a gun, there's a gun, just...everywhere's a gun I guess everybody pussy, scared to shoot a fair one I will Larry Holmes your dome, Shane Mosley your homey Felix Trinidad your dad, duke you don't know me Riddick Bowe my ho, punch the bitch in the face Run up on her like anime, eat this cake Eat this eight, slugs inside of your mug Got the Eagle from Balegal plus I'm puffin' on drugs I'll wrap your dome, no dough, no rap Freebies get VD, yo ass get \"clap,\" P!
[Chorus] (x2) \"We got guns!\" <- M.O.P. \"Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips\" <- Tony Yayo \"Guns!\" <- M.O.P. \"Put a fuckin' bullet in your lips, swallow this!\" <- Jus Allah
[Verse 2: Jus Allah] Are your parents home? You're not old enough to be left alone May I come in? I have to use the telephone So, what's to do 'round here for fun? I know, show me where dad keeps the guns Look inside the barrel, I think it's not loaded Pull the trigger back, here, hold it Oops, my bad, you're fuckin' dead now, look what you did A little soul, arose up out the little kid Are you a bad ghost or a good ghost? Man I'm bored, I gotta go now, thanks, you've been a good host Now time to light the good smoke Aww shit, I left the bag of trees in my other cloak I'm tryin' to get blazed, what the fuck's on? P and Doujah Raze Each second I'm sober is like days I need the bright green haze inside my head So I can laugh about your silly little child that's dead