come on let's go 

put this under your belt 

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Smell the gunsmoke 

repeat 

I be having homicide running through my mind 

Don't know what's up with me 

Shit fuck with me all the time 

Eating at my spine 

Motherfucka in my prime 

How you gonna get yours 

when you're too busy getting mine 

Now look is this murderous criminal 

coming through 

if you think it's eroc then the subliminals 

is working on you 

there's thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge 

can't come straight from fudge 

I got a bloody grudge 

Dead bodies lying all around me 

but the real murderers ain't never got no bounty 

count it coroners as we sitting as statistics 

with this ass if you think this 

blast is coming from my residential district 

There's something that I think you should know 

is the motherfucking g.. from the eastside ho 

peep my flow creep by slow 

see all my folks is broke 

survival for the cautious and the low 

get a whiff of my gunsmoke 

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I'm getting white hairs 

from the nightmares everynight 

'cause somebody's got a contract 

on my life 

I'm in a gang that's in an all out war 

they join me in when 

they knife my umbilical cord 

so it begins with a slap on the ass 

now you in into white people's ass tricks 

you here so fast we already made your casket 

while its got one buck 

so the phrase gunshot 

gets hella tide 

can't take the only motherfuckas getting fried 

skeletons deep down in the ocean 

'cause them slave ships had that three stop motion 

coasting down fulton on the mississippi river 

all across this end 

motherfuckas saying down nigga down nigga 

it all started when we start producing scratch 

some of my homies got no legs attached 

without no food up in the fridge 

you ain't go never have peace 

'cause with a trigger 

you can finger fuck without no grease 

chorus 

Up to the moon 

repeat 

I say fuck the whole judge and the jury 

my mind got delirous 

my eyes got blurry 

had my uncle strapped to the chair 

hands oxtied 

breathing in gas 

breathing out carbon monoxide 

whole systems stacked like a loaded bowel 

'cause ain't no billionaires on the murder trial 

make the ghetto concentration camps every mile 

so march your ass through the gas chambers single file 

who's the biggest problem that they show on the tv? 

more peoples die starvation and tv 

see me with an angry face and a beanie 

'cause my relationship with uncle sam is steamy 

its what I've been through 

I'm like sinecue 

what i got you got to get it put it in you 

the ruling class was cut throat since we fresh off the boat 

show em we ain't no joke 

let them choke off the gunsmoke 

chorus