Runnin' With The Shooter - Rivers of Grue

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Tuff Crew “My Part Of Town (Instrumental)”

Bang, bang
Shootin’ from the hip in the chop shop
Pistol whippin’ crackers at the top takin’ pot shots
Kickin’ down the door with a knock knock
Hit the fuckin’ floor and make it chop chop

Got the fundamentals – instrumental and a mic stand
Nothing incidental as we figured out the flight plan
Stop…
While we pour ourselves a night-cap
Time to call surrender on escape plans that you might have
Locked…
And loaded too we might add
Never missin’, savin’ on the shrapnel like a tight ass
Live and direct from where the fight’s at

Bang, bang
Wouldn’t bother searchin’ for the upshot
Soon to be a goner in honor of the buckshot
Sweating like the wiener in a hot dog
Come and step in the arena for your mug shot

Taking back the power from the souls that we devour
As we sodomize the hero of the hour
Fucked…
Beyond all recognition
A pocketful of jitters for the weak of disposition
Stuck…
In the middle with a riddle
Ever been garotted with the bow-string of a fiddle
Orchestrating symphony in tune of your dismissal

Bang, bang
Got to get to putting down the lap-dogs
Suckers ever looping on repeat like a groundhog
Bodies getting stiff as we are rippin’ up the prologue
Never ever trippin’ while we’re whippin’ up a backlog

Riffin’ on the flow of DMX to flex our muscle
Letting on to getting on our hustle
Feral …
Underestimate greykeeper at your peril
Never should have let us off the muzzle
Slaughterin’ through metaphysic puzzle
Guzzle …
Sippin’ on sanguine as we proceed to wrestle cartilage from muscle
Slackenin’ your grip in one big agonizing huddle
Don’t wish to burst your bubble but one gunner plus another doubles trouble

Bang, bang
Shootin’ from the hip in the chop shop
Pistol whippin’ crackers at the top takin’ pot shots
Kickin’ down the door with a knock knock
Now hit the fuckin’ floor so we can chop chop