* (bonus track on cd-rom)      (chorus / havoc):   Cause in the long run we could be on son   It's on son   Extra cash just for more guns      Cause in the long run we could be on son   It's on son   Extra cash just for more guns      Let's start the warfare....      (ty nitty):   Yo ty nitty, airforce one's call up my duns   Got more niggas seeds on sesame buns   Caught a body on the run   You don't want none, lump some   Exort niggas for they lump sum no doubt   Proceed,where that weed indeed   Havoc laced the track razor sharp, you bleed      (havoc):   My whole mission, like a platoon take position   Ain't goin in if my clique can't get in   That's word to mines have you stressed like jail time   Get that loot up, no doubt I bail mines   Easy access   Shorty straight up hit the mattress   Have you role playin just like a actress   My tactics leavin niggas stuck doin back flips   I black out   Take it to the gats   Fuck this rap shit   Let my niggas shine   Rate my rhymes like a dime      Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggas      (prodigy):   Yo,   Who's the one to be made into example   Nigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this time   What! (gunshots)   My mobb'll get on top ya, topple ya   Like a fall guy you fell down clown   Heard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)   Ten years later still hold a firm ground   Nigga p thugly   Enter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gun   What up g?    I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?    Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rap   You seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gats   Got juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimp   Let's rap a taste   You get your little head pinched off   Brooklyn touched you, then left you for queens to finish off   Fuck a ----- keith murray and his whole clique   Yea, you snuffed me in front of the cops, that bullshit   Told you come around the corner, no police and no witnesses   Little to your knowledge   You almost got shot but that's aiight though   I'm a catch ya ass again   You fuckin immigrant ------ for two cent   My mobb runnin shit you fuckin carlton ave coward   The forecast call for gray skies and gun showers      (chorus / havoc):   Cause in the long run we could be on son   It's on son   Extra cash just for more guns      Cause in the long run we could be on son   It's on son   Extra cash just for more guns