Gun Ho City - J-Love, Kool G Rap, Canibus

I’m biggest lifetime combat

When there’s beef with a don cat

You rhyme with your peoples

You get put up in they contract

Two steps, rack a gat from the arm strap

Whether it be face severs like a wombat

NYPD

Be careful where you place your palm at

Rules to follow, a walking don like Diallo

Body donated to science, lungs in a bottle

Play and get laid flat as bums on a model

No drive-by, connect your ear drum to the nozzle

It’s gunplay all day, I fiddle with clips

Spray shot in the middle with clicks

Get your brains popped to Kibbles 'N Bits

Halfway shots are riddle, the risk

Ain’t no way pop griddle with this

Don’t call it New York this is Gun Ho City!

Leave your fuckin' head puffed up like Done Ho Diddy

Shit back on your stomach like a fat ho’s titties

Everything around me ugly, it ain’t no pretty

Don’t pause the green if the slain thrown is iffy

Cock back the thing, drop the frame in a jiffy

Nigga titsy hoes in your bladder screen

Up the risky

Fuck a fort, nigga turn up the flames til it’s crispy

The flames on the side of your rings like whips in the 50's

Separate a nigga head from the frame like a mystic

Don’t call it New York, this is Gun Ho City!

(Laugh that sounds like Vincent Price)

Don’t call it New York, this is Gun Ho City!

Don’t call it New York, this is Gun Ho City!

I walk in the room in the Dr. Doom costume

I consume, the plot resumes

Trust me you’re the abductee

My trigger finger touchy

Try me, see if you lucky

Blam slam desplam motherfuckin' mayhem

Stupid you can’t contain him cause you trained him

Love the bad weather, freckle-faced lepers

Can’t go outside, gotta stay together

Lodge members don’t attempt to announce my name

The brown sage one year away from my crown age

Count the ways my sound waves been downplayed

USA underground made, I live without fame

Hard labor for the data reincarnator

Rip your carborator out your car and chase ya, I hate cha

I’m the Gun Ho city mayor

Who’s in charge out here?

Who’s the fuckface, huh?

Bang on you, dunk-slam on you, Cani get on you

Watch who you talk to, my manager warned you

Violatin,' you rhyme weak you libate

Put you behind the gate with the five-eight primate

I improvise, explode, synthesize flows

Like your favorite MC with the wide nose

Command shell is a PSP hand held

In real time speed I could read fan mail

Rip the pound, blitz the town with a two or three round

You’ll never want that to go down

Spin around and shoot at you

180 degree cupola, attacks to my van on Utica

Next stop Gun Ho city, nigga shoot em up

G Rap and Canibus PLOO 'em up