Who the fuck is you...I'm Mr. Nunaya damn...
business is real good...here's a couple of grams...
oh you gully now...please -gimmie 12 feet...
you don't like gun talk...let the shells speak...
cause I take six...leave a nigga 86...
when the 8 spit...and turn ya face into ape shit...
so fall back -or fall front...fall flat or all slumped...
dumb fucka -it's all 1...
from the Glock 37 .45 GAP...
to the SSK with a .5 cal...
on an all white strap...so it matches the tank...
no numbers...cause the barrel and the back of it shaved...
I've got a spectacular aim...
with a P32-MA that'll take half of your brain...
with the .357...you gon' think 911...
was me...playing target practice with the Trades...
cause lately I can pack it with 8...
I ain't gotta do the math and explain...
what kinda subtraction magnums'll bring...
I'm so bad with the thing...rolled with gats so big...
I'd have to walk -with my hands in a sling...
but that's in the past...now u can catch me with a roller...
that'll ring under your can...like forgetting to use a coaster...
the nigga is a beast...with the triggor of the peace...
I'm sumthin like...no other -killer that you've seen...
