Loaded Gun

[Intro: Lu Jerz]
Loaded gun
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang

[Hook: Lu Jerz]
Feels like a loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Aimin' right, bang
Aimin' right at my head
Loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Firin' up, bang, at my head
Walkin' through life
Not really knowin' what's gonna happen
Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin'
The streets keep callin', bang
There's no time for talkin'

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
So what you wanna know first?
These streets or these drugs, which one is worse?
Well damn, shit, this a cold world
Could only prep a nigga right for a warm hearse
I know, so many niggas tryin' to cap Tsu
'Cause this buzz big and this hat blue
So many answers in this capsule
At the point where I'm feelin' like I have to
Well, ever felt you wanna get away?
Man, I hate when that happen and shit
'Cause you feel the same way when you back from the trip
But fuckin' with the same vice or gettin' back with the bitch
Dark room, thoughts, weed
Demons spread from nothin' but sweat
Thinkin', thinkin' like French kissin' the fifth
Right? Right? Or maybe Russian roulette?
Four thorns break tore apart [?]
Couple blunts but I swear I bought more to spark
It'll be a long night
Think I shoulda took a left, made the wrong right
And still tryin' to right wrongs
Shit, these troubles seem life long
Survive, I try to
Paint pictures daily as Picasso
Grandma pray and I don't
But I'm here so it's workin', shit, it gotta be
How can somethin' I give so much to
Still wanna take a lot of me?
Shit, we don't dare to ask
Oh shit, we don't care to ask
If I close my eyes and let it go I probably won't hear the blast

[Hook: Lu Jerz]
Feels like a loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Aimin' right, bang
Aimin' right at my head
Loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Firin' up, bang, at my head
Walkin' through life
Not really knowin' what's gonna happen
Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin'
The streets keep callin', bang
There's no time for talkin'

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Thinkin' what am I here for?
Sometime a nigga feel dead
Thinkin' what do I care for?
Just a fucked up pill head
Nothin' left, can't share more
Just know a nigga tried, Lord
But an old addicts, old habits
Give another meaning to the term 'Vice Lord'
And I still ain't spoke to my pop
We should have handled this much sooner
Don't agree with me, just be with me
After all I'm still your junior
Look, got two tryin' to make me choose
They don't get this shit cut close
If I could ever tell 'em the truth
I might say I'm in love with both
And that can't be the answer
No, gotta go see grandpa
I'm up here fightin' with broads
He down South fightin' with cancer
And I can't make that same mistake
That I made years ago with grandma
Gotta put my career on hold
And go see him while I still got the chance to
Stained by what I can't do, this pain substantial
And a millionaire couldn't come and solve it
Nah, this debt ain't financial
Nah, more like a loaded gun
And these thoughts keep stalkin'
I'm caught in between a war of words
What's worse I'm the only one talkin'

[Hook: Lu Jerz]
Feels like a loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Aimin' right, bang
Aimin' right at my head
Loaded gun, bang
Loaded gun, loaded gun
Firin' up, bang, at my head
Walkin' through life
Not really knowin' what's gonna happen
Livin' in fear, in fear of me relapsin'
The streets keep callin', bang
There's no time for talkin'