Artist: S.I.C. f/ Fangface, Fes Taylor, Jack Don, Leathafase
Album:  Is This Wut U Want?
Song:   Bust Ya Gun
Typed by: Cno Evil

[S.I.C.]
Yeah, where you hang out wit the thang out
We can bang out, let it ring out
Ya'll better get the fuck out the way, when I'm coming
Ain't a marksman, I just barely graze someone
Say something, a man with the AK dumping
Or the shotgun bumping, make ya heart not function
Stop fronting, don't make me take you off the Earth
Buy my guns wit a body, so I know they work
Big ones that make your shoulder jerk, that'll soak ya shirt
Place ya punk ass below the dirt
So go on, keep thinking, that I'm not gonna pop ya
Til I got the drop ponder, and it's blocka blocka
Staying then on chopping, pistol to your whistle
Bareface, so you can see who did this to you
I give it to you, and your whole team, it ain't no thing
Ain't nothing but a push of the buttom, a phone ring

[Fes Taylor]
I rob and steal, been behind bars of steal
Life war, for sure, my scars is real
Punk muthafucka, better dodge ya grill
Cuz Park Hill niggas is hard to kill
We bang like niggas in Art to Kill
Your style like a fart, ill, I'm dart for mills
And my bitch hold heat to write in the dark
See Fes fighting a star, I'm right in the car
Bulletproof, so what, son, not when you hop out
A vest don't cover ya head, go 'head and cop out
Handgun, that's when he ran, son, smoke him like grandson
Somebody hit the ground if I'm playing one
Twenty four feet, close to manhunt
Before I get the toast, make ya ambulance come
Animals in the slums, and the drums don't calm us
Son, you like vomits, how could you harm us?
Industry takeover, making my promise
For this cheese, leave ya face like cottage, wasting profit

[Fangface]
First of all, off top, niggas ain't that real
We pop off like old men and Viagra pills
Beat drop, cock back, I'mma pop my steel
Soft feel of the war, when you walk the Hill
My backpack pack rich shit, you ain't ready for
Pull a bike by on the bars, now you on the floor
Your bitch is a whore, ain't nothing to get in her drawers
Get out of line, you lay in the morgue
Face murder you stupid, I have you a memory, up
We don't play games, nigga, you can get stuck up
It happen to me, so nigga, you fucked, you'll get over it
If not, hold a dick, catch me on some sober shit
We can knuckle, go to the guns, and get it over with
Niggas don't like me, and they think I don't know
That I lay low brace for, fuck it think I came for

[Jack Don]
Hear the gun sound, duck sound, this shit is negative
But Jack'll sell a record to your moms unedited
Better shit, lyrical sedative
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, kid, roll wit the medicine
We in the club on some peace shit, why is you fronting?
Make you French kiss the Eastwood, niggas is blushing
Like a bitch on the beast would, coward, you stunting
Something to prove, you really think you making a move?
You making some moves, with no one, I be rolling with goons
That go in the room, tough talk, take it, it's true
Red or the blue, green made 'em come out his shoes
Catch niggas at they bitch crib, tapping they boo
Cracking the brews, fuck it, I'm clap at you fools

[Leathafase]
Look at all these, all these, guns I got
When I pull it from the trunk, it goes pop
Stop, critical condition is what you placed in
With the snakeskin Jordans, I stomp ya face in
Termination is a part of deadly operation
Glock on my waist, hotter than the kick on Satan
Taped up in the basement, beating the life
Out a muthafucka, and I already got my knife out
Your structure's gellatin, your brains are whipped cream
Aim the sixteen, sneak ya pain in ya gene
I got triple pain residue, in my bloodstream
Young gunner drug scene, and my cold made gleams
Turn mens to drag queen, get ya faces stretched
AK's stay death, carve my name in ya flesh
Breath dragon breath flames, blowing out the nozzle
Plus they staying bad at this, hard to swallow
Busting expensive raps, take ya braing to boggle
When from the dust jewels and the Visine bottle