Tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped   Tons o' guns got to watch the way you act   Tons o' guns real easy to get   Tons o' guns bringing nothing but death   Tons o' guns are in the streets nowadays   It's big money and you know crime pays   Check your nearest overpopulated ghetto   They greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello   Mad kids packed 'cos the neighbourhood's like that   Want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick   Kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggaz   Five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures   It's crazy there ain't no time to really chill   Jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill   22's 25's 44's 45's   Mack elevens ak's taking mad lives   What the fuck you gonna do in a situation   It's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation   Tons o' guns      Tons o' guns you got we got they got   The state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos   I know a kid who just passed the other day   They shot him sixteen times so there he lay   You can pray for this shit to like cease   But until then a nigga's going to pack a piece   And yo the devil's got assasination squads   Want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god   They got camps where they train they learn to take aim   At a nigga like a piece of game   And I'm not seeing that, them days are gone   'cos now we got [chromes] to put them where they belong   So me a rude boy from and in a brooklyn   Fuck the bullshit pain and suffering   I'm coming off with a foolproof plan   As if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand   I stand in the face of hatred   Letting off mad shots making devils run naked   Tons o' guns      Tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped   Tons o' guns got to watch the way you act   Tons o' guns real easy to get   Tons o' guns bringing nothing but death   Tons o' guns but I don't glorify   'cos more guns will come and much more will die   Why, yo I don't know black   Some motherfuckers just be living like that   They like to feel the chrome in their hands   The shit makes them feel like little big man   Twelve years old catching wreck   'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check   People get wounded, others they perish   And what about the mother and the child she cherish   The city is wild up steps the wild child   Tension anger living in danger   What the fuck you gonna do in a situation   It's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation   Tons o' guns