C-Quel
starin down the site of dis rifle, waiting and watchin ta snipe you...
this aint right duke, im black your white, dat dont make me wanna fight you...
I see right through, your insecurites and blanket...
you juss couldnt make it, so ya threw on an American flag patch, and thought ya could fake it...
Im not taking, your democracies and politics...
im a spit my religion through this gun, then watch you follow it...
you cant swallow it, the truth breathin down ur neck...
ur just a speck, and ill unleash fury through a crowd, and watch everyone hit the deck...
your left a wreck, lookin behind corners and doors...
knowing theirs more, ya start fearin every corridoor...
you knows whats in store, to every his each...
I lissen ta the president talk, but let my heat speak...
I beat the weak, wear down your faith eventually...
mentally, ill leave ya with enough trauma for the century...
it was meant ta be, cause in our minds were both sayin pull it...
its so fit, ta know ya juss bit this snipers bullet...

Emerg-Emcee
Pull Out My Heat, Get On My Knees.. Start To Pray To Tha Lord…
A Plan So Thought Out.. Now Itz Tyme To “Steady Tha Score”
Eye Through Tha Scope.. As I Say To C-Quel “Target Found”
Bullet Penetrates, As We Watch Tha Enemy Fall To Tha Ground
Tha Rest Jump In A Van.. Drive Off; But We Shoot Tha Tires To Flats
No Way Of Gettin Past Us, When We Messin With Snipers And Gats
I’m Not Done.. I’ll Keep Fightin Till I Spend All My Money On Bullets
I Gotta Crazy Mind.. Theres Just No Possible Way To Console It..
Now Itz Tyme To Switch Guns.. Watch As These Bitches Run..
This Iz Just Fun.. We Aint Even Start With Tha Big Ones..
More Fun.. Reach Down, Pull-It And Throw Tha Gernade..
Tha Way We Firin Everywhere, Lyke A Fourth Of July Parade..
As For Me And C-Quel, We Leave This Shit Without A Scratch
But I’ll Give U One Fair Warning, Don’t Ever Doubt Tha Blast