Lyrics UNKLE – Guns Blazing (Drums Of Death Part 1)

Styles like Al Pacino
Reno until the Barcelino
The mad Dino with the bambino
The Gambino

Give you a dose of shit that’s dope as soda
The underworld family Cosa Nostra
Pearl handle inside the shoulder holster
G. Luciano with a click but nothin’ but N…..s & Chicanos
You get hit up like Castellano
Italiano like crime familia
N….. don’t get familiar
Me and my goons might have to kill you
Up in New York
We play bloodsports at home court
And hold down forts
Soon as ya caught
Get your dome torched
G Rap and DJ Shadow leave your bone squashed
Squeeze the chrome short
Take no shorts
We judge and jury in the home court
Give you the clown corpse dead on the sidewalk
Surrounded by mad pedefors
Your whole frame laid in the white chalk
You got the smoking section
First-class tickets to resurrection
Forever destined to a place where N…..s never restin’
Headed in Hell’s direction
Lost at the crossroads and intersection
Should’ve wore a vest for chest protection
Slug fill you to capacity
Someone at the dance
Someone with the hand velocity of Butch Cassidy
Bitch Nigger with the audacity to blaspheme me
Got yourself caught in a motherfuckin’ tragedy

Word
Drums of death