When the Guns Come Out - WC, E-40, Christ Bearer

When them guns goes off, we be ready for war

When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor

When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar

Better get that money, and be out the door

Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end

Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you

Swang affiliate, X.O.

sip, a gold getter

With the rest to gather, my cold killer

It’s «Me Against the World» like 2Pac

And like Biggie, I’m «Ready to Die» for what you got

Got a crew with killas behind me, I’m grimey

I’m one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me

For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us?

Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA

Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid

And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids

And I can’t fight the feeling like one way

When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play

For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it

So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music

I don’t care what it takes, we gon' make it

They say the chains too strong for us to break it

Willing to do what it takes for us to make it

And we can overcome anything we faced with

(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won’t fall

After all, all, all, all, all…)

When them guns go off, bitches hit the floor

Or then forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho

I don’t care what it takes, I pull out a gear

Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off

Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction

Get two thirty off the head with cold dumplings

Niggas jump when the AK bark

Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggas spark

You dig?

Niggas ready for war

Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain’t heavy no more

And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more

And when we run out of bullets, and you still want static?

I grab the three eighty and pull out the automatic

We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta’s

Niggas ain’t shit funny, when it comes to a brawl

Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in

Guns go off, y’all know y’all strippin'

Willing to do what it takes for us to make it

And we can overcome anything we faced with

(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won’t fall

After all, all, all, all, all…)

Look out peon, we might of lost the battle, but we won the war

I grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor

Can’t be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart

Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and park

Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it chop

Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop

Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee

Put my dirt in your Glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day

My momma didn’t raise no sick, she raised a beast

And I can’t rest til my enemies rest in peace

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

Run up on me, I’ma knock the hell outta y’all

My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I’m puttin' hands on 'em

One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em

Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em

Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em