(CHORUS) Runnin’ with the AK-47, heavy pressure steady Yeah, they love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em Runnin’ with the AK-47, heavy pressure steady Yeah, they love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em (VERSE 1) Runnin’ with the AK-47, pressure heavy when I press ’em, everybody get to sweatin’ when I step up in it, Runnin’ with the AK-47, pressure heavy when I press, Tag a stomach then I follow with the .357, let the automatic shred ’em when it bites through flesh, People love the way I stretch ’em when the barrel gets to kissin’, Hit ’em and I always meant to split ’em, never missin’. Knock a coward on his back like the veins got penicillin, Execution in my vision, boy I’m surgical with killin’. Heard a stalker lurkin’ late in the dark, So now we slide different every time we walk. Everybody love to talk, better pray they never actin’, Show me somethin’ solid or I’m droppin’ off the bracket. I’ma take it if you flash it, more rounds comin’ blastin’, Wrong turn — innocent? Then back your ass past it. Cross-fires don’t pause — no lie, Bullets fly by, split seconds blind eyes. This a sick little war, so motherfucker bring the storm bitch, Hell yeah we been ready, been sworn in. Who you comin’ with? Better ride steady. We already said it — anybody dyin’, we ready. Got deep in the game with the wrong folks creepin’, Now everybody huntin’ while I’m hardly sleepin’. I don’t blink until the enemies finish breathin’, And I won’t rest till the opposition’s restin’ in pieces. Circle the block with intention, never timid or weakened, ’TIl the muzzle flash light up the night like a beacon. If you think you stand tall, boy your logic deceivin’, Every threat gets folded quick, like the barrel is speakin’. And the last thing you’ll hear is that AK screamin’. (CHORUS) Runnin’ with the AK-47, heavy pressure steady Yeah, they love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em Runnin’ with the AK-47, heavy pressure steady Yeah, they love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em (VERSE 2) Yeah, loadin’ up the armory stock, Hit the ops, even cops get dropped, bodies rot. Leave ’em frozen on the spot, Drag ’em to the lake, toss stones from the top. Disappear quick—move smart, don’t get caught. Better run homie, G-O before your breaths stop. Anybody want a test? We got promos, Stack ’em then tag ’em with the .44 chrome nose. Crack ribs, blast spines, make the backbone fold, Hit nerves, leave a whole body locked, ice-cold. Hear the pistol when it whistles—deadly missiles, Split a man to gristle, strip bone like a chisel. Hit ’em in the center of the forehead, Is the mothafucka really dead? Oh yeah. Reload quick — MAC-11 up front, Pump in the trunk, jump out when they run. I told you heat stays right under my seat, You flare up—boom—my steel speak. Never know what I’ll reach for, pull, or unleash, And nobody leavin’ the scene without bleedin’. (Dump on ’em, run up on ’em) however they need it, Bring it to me wrong and your soul get deleted. Try to press us and you fly back defeated, Trust me, no bluff — every threat gets treated. Rounds pivot through the air when the shadows get heated, Bodies droppin’ on the pavement like the concrete greeted. Leave a witness wide-eyed, traumatized when he seen it, Hollows dance inside the chest ’til the life force depleted, Draw chalk lines on the ground where the tough ones get seated. (CHORUS) Runnin’ with the AK-47, heavy pressure steady Yeah, they love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em Runnin’ with the AK-47, heavy pressure steady Yeah, they love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em (VERSE 3) You don’t wanna clash with my squad line, End of the track and I downed the whole bottle. Been sippin’ killer liquor, mind wobble, Hennessy vision make the shadows look hostile. See the enemy steady creepin’ with malice, Paranoia every step — streets lawless. Bulletproof vest on but the skull still callin’, One shot to the dome, lights off, body fallin’. I ain’t tryna be another chalk outline, So I’m quicker with the trigger when it’s wartime. Screamin’ bloody murder as the buckshot surge, Make a motherfucker swallow this Mossberg. Undertaker aura when I drag ’em to the wasteland, Hide the remains, no trace, no face, man. Leather-mask energy when I’m in the place, Pin down lames tryna mimic my pace. Never mistake me for clowns that fake it, I stay concentratin', huntin', eliminatin’. Erase ’em clean, wipe the slate, no savin’, Yes, we erase ’em — whole scene vacant. March silent through the alleys with the violence adjacent, Every move calculation, no emotion or patience. Spin the block one more time, feel the tension vibratin’, Let the muzzle spark flames when the pressure’s inflatin’, And the last thing they see is that chopper blazin’.
