Who Ya Gonna Shoot Wit That (LP版) - Da Lench Mob

I am pleased to have the opportunity to discuss

Your new gun with you

I heard you had beef on your block

So you bought you a Glock the one with the 17 shots

Nicknamed Smith & Wesson

Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson

But who you gon' shoot with that homey

You'd rather blast an original instead of a phony

Chewin' macaroni you don't even know me

And why does your gun say 'Niggaz only'

But you need to get an angle on an anglo

I mean shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux

Got your gat but you ain't thinkin' of 'em

'Cause deep inside I know you love 'em

Point your gat at me and I'll blast ya

But first I gotta ask ya

Fool who you talkin' to

What you gotta ask me

But first I gotta ask ya

Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that punk

Who ya gonna shoot wit that punk

Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that punk

Yo man whassup with the jack move fool

I ain't got no money man

What you aimin' that pistol at me for man

Ay man why don't you go on with that

Go up to Beverly Hills or somethin'

I am pleased to have the opportunity to discuss

Your new gun with you

I'm drivin' down the street

And I ain't got much more than you

But you still wanna jack for my six-two

Impala it's all about the dollar

You claim you're gonna bust if I holler

Don't say nuttin' as I jump out

But why you gotta blast me before you stomp out

Start runnin' cause I'm terrified

Two shots from his gat made me realize

You woulda let me through if I was a caucasian

A jew or an asian

But I see you wanna do me do me

Is it 'cause I'm black as you be

Don't talk about a rep to me

'Cause deep inside I know you're white as a deputy

Sold my car and bought a brand new gat

Punk but who you gon' shoot with that

Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that punk

Who ya gonna shoot wit that punk

Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that punk

I hope they find your a** dead in a trunk

"I am pleased to have the opportunity to discuss

Your new gun with you"

Hey yo man I just got jacked man

They always talkin' that black on black crime man

I'm fin' to go put in some work man

"I am pleased to have the opportunity to discuss

Your new gun with you"

Now it's time to trip

This fool done caught me slippin' and he jacked me

I'm off to the house to take my pistol and my khakis

Never ever thought I would get got

So I grabbed the fo'-fo' with the thirteen shots

Hunted him down like an animal

Caught his a** slippin' with a scadalous hoe

I crept up behind him put my hands around his mouth

Fo'-fo' to the dome yo punk we breakin' out

I ducked in the alley off the boulevard

Jumped in the back trailed by one car

I'm thinkin' to myself I can't kill him he's a brother

Even though he keeps robbin' and stealin' from my mother

He's lookin' in my eyes he's gazin' at my gat

And then he said "Who you gon' shoot with