DJ Mighty Mi - N.R.A. lyrics

[Cage] Sunny day, f** a money day this is murda Of you f**s wanna play with my money? Lets hit your bird up first Burst Kenny from rome or a denny Shot Tommy in the back while he was boning Jenny Had to k** this b**h cause she like to run her mouth And I ain't got no time to shoot of her arms and cut her tongue out With Timmy flexin' at his chest light the hips up So bad just k**ing some kid mixed up [Camu] See me in the hospital getting this belly stitched up So I finished the job put 6 through his b**h cut When the I.D proper I slip her like doctors Jump in the service elevator switching the coppers Cause it's a thug thing Yall n***a wanna cut 'caine At the D.A's office hookers wanna hug brains And if you wanna step with your turn Your chest'll get burned I serve and protect what's some and your set'll get turned [hook] We stock gun We block funds And let 'em know We got guns We gotta keep selling we keeping the streets chillin' We cops guns We stock funds And let 'em know This blocks done Throw up your hands felon or you gonna keep yellin' [Camu] I gotta 44 magnum that'll blow you to pieces And have your holding your jesus and holding your keys up Ducking from c4s and cannons holding your needs up Special unit task force roll up in three trucks They roll up on a payroll ready to seize stuff C'mon dog this is your sole purpose Clowning n***a's like a universal soul circus The word on the street is you heard through the cheek [Cage] You'd rather be stuck in a house with mike myers Shoot up bike tires Try the merc Take the work I hope you like fires Streets fiend for blood So I feed it thugs When the sh** comes back that's what we feed the judge The D.A drank the piss when the block resist Give you a Glock to kiss you like "What kinda cop is this?" Have the warrants to kick down doors Stick My dick down who*es Then I'mma kick down yours [hook] [Cage] f** who you telling, I played the games So I showed you a few cards I'm like David Blaine And I stayed with caine 'til I got the dust water running Took the heat off the streets just to keep the orders coming And this how they repay me by trying to play me And they look happy and dead while they smile in gravy b**h bring out your baby you know your whole camp is dead Gimme the dope and the kid's coke [Camu] I've been on the force for six months Of course I'm sick n***a Of course I hit blunts Snort coke Count dough in customs Any rookie that don't wanna follow me, f** them Any dealer that don't wanna turn, we bust them And turn in the state evidence cop tail your residence You f**ing with the long arm of the law We don't read rights keep them streets tight Speeding through them street lights it's a leet life [hook]