Artist: Sunz of Man f/ Killa Sin, Timbo King Album: Flame Throwerz (S) Song: Flame Throwerz Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Timbo King) {Killa Sin}] Straight up, bloodthirsty on the block (Royal Famous, Sunz of Man jam) Yo we gotta live {Killarm', recognize real, my nigga} (Word up) Respect due, it's that chamber {It's these mothafuckin' vets in the house} These bloodthirsty killas, bloodthirsty We stay high, live niggaz, Timbo King {Comin' at ya} Live live niggaz [Timbo King] Click click, watch the pen hit the back of the bullet Eight shot clip, trigger-happy, ready to pull it Danger, lettin' off heat We don't trick, we click, we don't treat, we defeat Crushin', flames burst out, blowin' the front piece Semi-automatic handgun, you want beef? Aim, fire, possession of a deadly weapon Gunpowder gets my gun smokin', you gets to steppin' Direct, cuz I'ma penetrate through ya skin Rip ya inner body up when I be travellin' Bulletholes are left cuz ya death mob couldn't hang Timbo King, one in ya head, BANG! [60 Second Assassin] Evacuate like Iranians from outta Kuwait Fast, you niggaz ain't nothin' but a bad game Can't even stand up straight, now watch me evaporate Any chemistry, a biggest bad memory Old/new school recipe, ain't tryin' to see a G Remember me? 60 Sec, dyin' to leave a killa stinkin' Potions up, down and sideways and dropped three-feet Tai Chi balancer of this rap game, ain't what it seems Backwards, forwards, incomplete, yo, it's already too late Situation, not enough time for patience, I do it right now Seconds away from the streets, and money for the takin' Niggaz catchin' football numbers cuz the God's daily stakes for the Jakes be in ya face and sing the silver dollar song It be a hit, 12 rip one, fifty dollars worth of shit If you be shakin' ya fists, then I guess so, son [Chorus: Killa Sin w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs] Yo we came from labs and snitches to stabs and gitches Yo some niggaz caught stitches on the road to riches Now we rock stones on wrist-es, stackin' up bitches That's them niggaz, the Wu cats be actin' vicious [Kung Fu samples] "Wu-Tang" - "Protect Ya Necks.. you can defeat my students" (X2) [Prodigal Sunn] Call me the fire from the flame thrower Prodigal Sunn, code name: Noah Brolic rhyme soldier with the heart of Jehovah Keep a gat in my black folder, and that's over Kid, I'm high off the Red in October, drinkin' motors Never undermine the sunshine, one time I never dropped nine and never copped swine Shoot a cop in his spine, tingle, mingle with some bitches from the beaches of Brazil to the Isle of Port of Riches That shit is delicious, I stay vicious with the Desert Eagle Texas it's legal, somethin' for the people Y'all niggaz is a febble, a bunch of very blue berries Our crew never scary, that's word down to Mary [Killa Sin] Yo yo I'm verbally abusive, my '92 darts'll roast ya new shit Fuckin' with a loose click, that's hazardous for real Faster than Steal, blast niggaz, smashin' ya grill Faggot-ass rappers, actin' like a jackal after the kill Pass me the Mac, cuz it ain't discrete hittin' ya Jeep We let the two's peal until they dumped their guts in the street We somethin' ain't sweet, these cinder blocks'll rock you to sleep Yo it's impossible to spot me with binoculars, you creepin' with an option that's weak, better stop all that monotonous speak Before my fists and your opticals meet Forever stay real, screamin' "Fuck whatever they feel" I'm like a lower scale, niggaz tryin' to measure my skill This Wu-Tang, mothafucka, ain't shit gon' change Except for the rims, The RZA and my physical range [Kung Fu samples] "Wu-Tang" - "Protect Ya Necks.. you can defeat my students" (X2) "I haven't used it to attack first, only in response to an attack" (X2) "I think.. you can be an expert"