Guns Blazing (feat. Dr. Dre & Sly Pyper)

It's time to face the music (oh)

A stay of execution

No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?)

You did this to me

I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out in these streets

Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself)

Now, you gotta suffer the consequences

Back up to bat and swingin' for the fences (remember that)

Let's make one thing clear (here)

Here, my dear

My resolute for this year

No pollution, fresh air

My solution, long hair with a fat ass, I'm deadass

Mile high club 'til I jеt lag

Rothstein flow, Casino

And you're just like Ginger, we know

Singlе negro, I don't need your

(Double standards and hypocrisy)

And that fake handholdin' on Father's Day

You a different motherfucker when you not with me

Been sleepin' with the enemy, mockery

It's like I'm John F. Kennedy, shots at me

Yes, I'm president of debauchery

None of that bullshit ever got to me

'Cause your pillow Brillo, ditto

Breakin' this shit down little by little

I ain't got time for the fuckin' pom-poms

Shoulda never let this dog out of the kennel

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout

Who I'm with when I'm not around

Just don't forget who you fuckin' with

When steppin' on hallowed ground

'Cause you did this to me (yeah, I'm)

Right back on my bullshit, right back on these streets

Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself)

But now you gotta suffer the consequences (and sorry isn't gonna help)

Now how many times have I got burnt

And tried to act like I'm not hurt?

Or take you back and we not workin'

Like clockwork, this shit is agony

You're draggin' me, Glocks burst

Just remember, you drawed first, you ain't toe taggin' me

Ho-bag, any blowback, you deserve

Get the bozack, bitch, my soul's blackening

So actually, this could've been a lot worse (watch)

I could've name-dropped you in my verse (yeah)

But out of respect for your daughter

I won't blow your spot up 'cause your toddler

Does not deserve to get caught up in our dirt (yeah)

And good luck with the father

Bitch, you're stuck with him now, ah-fuckin'-ha

Word to the doctor, these are wounds you cannot nurse

Hope it's drivin' you bonkers that I'm not yours (oh, no)

Guess I must've got wise, you are not sly

Just 'cause you can make up an on-the-spot lie

I'm comin' out, guns blazin', shots fired

Hand sani', I'm cutting off ties

Bitch, everything you own's in a box, bye

Guess it's back to the trailer and pot pies

Hope I pull up to the window at Popeyes

One day and you'll be servin' me hot fries (you did this to me)

Taste of your own medicine, you shedded skin

Yeah, you reptilian bitch

Off with your knees (yeah), beggin' for forgiveness

Yeah, look at you, marry him again, bitch

You ain't Em's bitch, you just regular him's bitch

We will never be together again, ever

And when you're in bed with him and you wish you was with me

Just remember that

You did this to me (yeah, now)

I'm right back on my bullshit

Right back out on these streets (look what you did)

Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself)

Now, you gotta suffer the consequences (and sorry isn't gonna help)

Remember that (Michelle) you did this to me (yeah)

I'm right back on my bullshit

Right back out in these streets (fuck around and made you famous)

Just remember that you did this to yourself (yeah, you did it yourself)

But now you gotta suffer the consequences

(So when I'm hittin' someone else and you're)

Wastin' time, debatin' 'bout

Who I'm with when I'm not around

Just don't forget who you fuckin' with

When steppin' on hallowed ground