The Gun. (Prelude)

Alright, come on, give it to me, you don't want it, give it to me

Gone and give it to me, I ain't gone do nothing, give it to me

See, you know what they are up there, they're liars and so am I

You see what happens when you deal with a liar

Huh, you see what happens when I deal with a gun

I lied to your little punk ass

Now I'm gone kill you. What do you see when you look at me?

Tell me. You better give me a right answer

What you see when you look at me? Killer. What you see jumpy

You don't know

I don't know

I don't know

Man ain't spelled G-U-N son

You got a choice

You got talent

You got a chance and I don't wanna hear about your environment

What your mama didn't give you and the white man won't give you no shot

You got a chance

Use it while you're still alive

You don't know what death is

You have no idea what death is