Action Packed

[Intro: Big Wen & AP. 9]
Bishop, let ya big cousin tell ya
Why I fuck with ya nigga (Why man?)
I see a lot of you in me playboy (Okay)
It all goes back to '95
When you flipped that mustard orange (Uh huh)
Fifty on three times gold on niggas (Yeah)
I knew you was a hustlin'-ass, gettin' money-ass
Nigga like myself(I'm a hustler nigga, that's me and my hustle)
Ap.9 you follow your predecessor before you (That's right)
Quinn, C-Bo, (Quinn)2Pac (Bo)
And became a Mob Figa ('Pac, yeah)
I followed my predecessors (You did)
Lucky Luciano (That's right)
Alphonse Capone and Carlos Escobar (Mafia niggas)
And became a mafioso general (Uh huh)
A lot of niggas is goin' to say
That nigga Wen and ap9 is stuntin' and frontin' (Fuck that)
So you hatin' ass niggas who still can't believe it (Hell yeah)
Do yourself a favor and ask somebody before you fuck yourself off (Check it out)
Because I'm through talkin' nigga
It's a done deal (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 1: AP. 9]
Once again I stay action packed, action packed with a gat
Snatchin' niggas ice off they neck, wit no respect they gettin' whacked
When I roll, slow, (Slow whoa whoa whoa) Like whoa
Out the window wit' a Calico and own
Knockin' a patch up off yo dome (Fuck yo' dome)
Patch out yo punk ho (Ho)
She on the track tryna get yo' scratch, now I know
That it's a fact I must react for my military niggas up in the cemetery
Been buried since seventeen, niggas that died for AP neen
Know what I mean?
The murder scene, helicopters and choppers
Them dead bodies from the house done finally caught him
No ambulance, the coroner came another nigga that lost his
First, middle and last name got took up out the game
My entourage we don't duck it, dodge we buck nigga (Bla, bla, bla blaow)
Lung stop til you rippin' [?]
Ridah be don juan, as I beat down twiners
[?]----- Like my figga [?]
[?]----- check his dust
One to the head, head is what I took
The birth of a crook
I wrote the book and I quote it
Took one look and niggas don't know
It was me, I'm certified in this shit twice
I lived a mob life I'll be damned if I don't go and hit mob
I'm action packed

[Chorus:]
I got guns galore
I keep 'em locked up until it's time for war
From here to New york
These niggas know what I have in store
Crackin' niggas off like one gonna, two gonna
When my killers run up on ya
We fought to ends of the unholy
Mama always told me, grab my balls and stand up as a man boldly
(Don't be playin' with this mothefucka right here)
Y'all niggas could never fold me, 'cause I'm above the law
And the government sucks [?]

[Verse 2:]
You know Franky he packin' crazy chain reaction
Led blast in my enemies with m16's
Bottom ashers, gun [?] out of cars stay splashin'
Rushed with all the jaw smackin'
Like you got some'n on the lord experience a forewarning
Niggas heads into the floor, abducted and never seen no more
It's a jungle in the streets straight wild to the core
Puttin' sluts on all fours, from Cali to New York
Rippin' ho's and cats like bottles of [?]
Cross over yo' hips with the magnum clips
Like basketball courts
Crushin' force or stayed drugged out
Reppin' bay to New York
Niggas sleep, I thought that they wake
With judge birds in they face
Fuckin' wit the apes, I'm just a luni mothafucka from the gate
That'll hustle ya dome, have you fucked up in the head
Wonder what the hell went wrong
As you catch heatwaves from the chrome, screamin' leave me alone
Yeah punk, now we hear the bitch in ya tone
Scattered ya bones, on a murder case lyrical sherlock holmes
My mans AP. 9 was shot in his spine
With the nastiest line mobbed out life full of robberies and ill crimes
A devious nigga high style personal in the minds
Gettin' dumped behind the dumpster by a quarter to five
My committee forever turn the scene shitty
Slappin Benny Hills for half a mil
As [?] you know the god, Jon Doe on the low remain calm
Mothafucka

[Chorus]
I got guns galore
I keep 'em locked up until it's time for war
From here to New york
These niggas know what I have in store
Crackin' niggas off like one gonna, two gonna
When my killers run up on ya
We fought to ends of the unholy
Mama always told me, grab my balls and stand up as a man boldly
(Don't be playin' with this motherfucka right here)
Y'all niggas could never fold me, 'cause I'm above the law
And the government sucks [?]

[Verse 3: AP. 9]
Since a young adolescent I had a smith and Wesson
Moved to a fully auto, [?]
I don't go nowhere without mines
I give niggas a cold stare before I hit thet gold mine
I put my strap on niggas like Velcro because I hold mine with both hands
I fears no man, not even conan
I specialize in bank heists and white collar crimes
Livin' my life like a robber from bay to N.Y. (New York nigga)
Bitch niggas [?] no movie to show it
Ain't no sitcom, I roam the streets with a backpack and a crack shack
And the fact that, that I black back (Blap blap blap)
Put him in a coma, let him know that he's a goner
He was fuckin' with a loner
He was told once P Nitty made a soldier [?]
That's how my mail came and I'm still the same
In the game, fuck the fame, one to the brain so fuck you mayn
How could a nigga trust a bitch nigga mayn
I'm action packed

[Chorus:]
I got guns galore
I keep 'em locked up until it's time for war
From here to New york
These niggas know what I have in store
Crackin' niggas off like one gonna, two gonna
When my killers run up on ya
We fought to ends of the unholy
Mama always told me, grab my balls and stand up as a man boldly
(Don't be playin' with this mothefucka right here)
Y'all niggas could never fold me, 'cause I'm above the law
And the government sucks [?]