Peanut Head - Senser

Peanut Head - Senser
Now it's time to check out the pattern
From here to manhattan
And every mother fkers on the side gettin' a gat
And sh*ttin' bullets
Wastin' lives
Standing breaking heads of the youths
In their groups of fours and fives
And all the girls pickin' up on their gun tings
'Cause the way they way they figure
Them seem to run things
But life is worth nothing I ain't bluffing
When you're puffin on a barrel
You don't talk tough when you start coughing
And nobody's bullet proof and that's the truth
So na bada come me wit dat big dick gun talk ya spoof
You won't be sittin up smilin in the intercontinental
You'll be layin out on the slab with your home up for rental
Now you best seek parental guidance
Cause they shoulda raised you up better
You little bed wetter
Now I kicks the slang in
This is how I'm hanging
With the crew from the south
Of the river come to make you shiver
And shake when Mr morgan cuts a funky drum break
On the drum kit this is how we funk it
We don't need no dumb sh*t
'Cause we never come to front it
Grab your logic like a ball
I'll take it to the hoop and dunk it
'Cause life is already too cheap you creep
I best set your alarm
'Cause it sounds like you're still asleep
Your guns ain'ta wicked
Your sounds is'a wicked
But as for the lifestyle of death
I'd never pick it
Your guns ain'ta wicked
And your bullets ain'ta wicked
Your guns ain'ta wicked
Your sounds is'a wicked
But as for the lifestyle of death
I'd never pick it
Your guns ain'ta wicked
And your bullets ain'ta wicked
Now I'm going further and further until I reach my destiny
It makes no difference if the brothers keep testing me
See the rule of the gun ain't ruling we
Many many people I can see
Turn become a carrier strengthen up a barrier
Enforced by the media whole time feedin' ya
Sanitised images of the gun man
But no I'll never run man
Because it can't be done understand
You're tying to come dumb but slick
To make cash quick
'Cause you think it's the new lick
It's just another trick
Call it abandon got my hand on
Nothing but the mike
'Cause it's the phat skills that I like
Part of a cycle vicious
Which is eating up communities whole
But you don't feel the impacts
Because you just sold your syntax
Ya bad boy man ya rootin shootin' guns playin'
Think of all the positive sh*t you could be sayin'
But the day in the life of a gangsta sells greener
Making quick cash of a cool misdemeanour man
I've seen ya cursin' women lying of your exploits
So just skip the sh*t
And step straight to the point
Your guns ain'ta wicked
Your sounds is'a wicked
But as for the lifestyle of death
I'd never pick it
Your guns ain'ta wicked
And your bullets ain'ta wicked
Now
Your guns ain'ta wicked
Your sounds is'a wicked
But as for the lifestyle of death
I'd never pick it
Your guns ain'ta wicked
And your bullets ain'ta wicked