(Intro: Doc Doom) Yeah, yeah, yeah Ya'll niggaz duck low Niggaz ain't playing no more Yeah, duck low, nigga It's going down, round for round Nigga, hit the ground, yeah Duck low, when them guns blow Flaming your way, nigga, it's real out here, yeah
(Chorus 2X: Doc Doom) Duck low when the guns blow, cause bullets don't have no name Anybody can get it, everybody is fair game When the guns flame your way, you better duck low Duck low when the guns blow, duck low
(Doc Doom) Duck low when the guns blow, cause niggaz out here? Ain't scrapping no more, they'd rather put a tag on your toe Niggaz go to war, with tech's and calico's, gauge, and fo'fo's Four-fifths and nines like, pull up slow, where them fools go Right there, a gun can be a nigga's worst nightmare A price there, my brother Rube got shot, I was right there Like damn, somebody call a fucking ambulance Ya'll see my brother bleeding bad, call a fucking ambulance Cause gun plays, all day in the streets of L.A. From sun up to sun down, niggaz be letting off rounds Layin' fools down, cock and lock the whole block down And won't stop spitting, til they drop a few of you clowns Gunnin' you down, just because you run with them clowns So blame it on your hood, cause they got you in some shit now So expected, these Cali streets is so reckless And treacherous, and I suggest you don't test
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(Doc Doom) My whole team is ghetto street thugs, who'd rather bust slugs We young guns, straight from the slums, and raid them hoodlums Ghetto with manics will leave you slanted, so don't test me Or with my team, cause infered beams can make the whole scene turn messy My sign says money and weed, outfits and phat whips Loungin on the sands of Jamaica, with a fly bitch With wide hips, my nine's my sidekick ready to die for this Brigade that I claim, Black Knights; we verbal terrorists Cherish this like old ancient arts in museums Black Knights, West Coast Killa Bee, nigga, move like Koreans from Pradium Jam packed colisseums, with blatant portrait Double time to rhyme for the plan goes accordingly Triple platinum and some change, not far from border range Hustling runs deep in my veins, my father's sold cocaineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
