Ghais Guevara Operation Cyclone Lyrics

[Intro: Huey Newton]
We are advocates of the abolition of war, we do not want war, but war can only be abolished through war. And in order to get rid of the gun, we find it necessary to take up the gun. So the first thing is not to disarm the victim, but to disarm the aggressor. Disarm the person who is first causing the violent incidents

[Verse 1]
Warnin' you, move wisely
All of my shootas 50/40/90, ayy
I put a price on a mark
Homies was sellin' that Reggie
They movin' up flippin' Birds
Shotty got kick like it's Nash
Shoot with one leg like I'm Dirk
Heard you niggas got mob ties
One hand on the piece and thе other on the curly fries
Wholе bando messed up
Red on the white tee, don't know if it's blood or ketchup
Got snatched by the feds and they got to his head
Paid back with Popeyes
That was his last meal, blood spilled
Lived by the fry and he died by the french fries
That's tragic
Nemesis tryna do business
He told me my hittas do way too much damage
Put 50k in the Benz to atone for his sins
Nigga thought I was Catholic
I put the skull of my opps
On a T-Pain chain, little nigga that's fashion
Showed up to court with the bling
But I'm still finna sing
“I don't know what happened”
Know you don't get into that
Know you as the diplomat
Know you as the type to kill 'em softly like a Democrat
Tried to go full metal when you
Couldn't bring ya homie back
Went and grabbed that Nina
But you tuck her when they shootin' (ayy)

[Chorus]
Hold the toast close like a slow dance
When you kiss the barrel
It'll be ya last romance, uh
You keep tellin' niggas that the piece jammed
But you got the shit last week you is no man, uh
How you sayin' 2021 is your year
When you owe a motherf*cker like 10 grand, uh
Told me that you will but ya won't, uh
p*ssy nigga puttin' on a show, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Who lyin'?
Who dyin'?
Who shot ya?
Who cryin'?
Who lackin'?
You can try if you wanna

[Verse 2]
Pack spliff, half-wits, whack you for the bonus
Know some niggas with some warrants
Way before they got diplomas I'm the axis, active, spill you like granola
Niggas be frontin' like they woke
.45 be they melatonin
Niggas is not safe
Eye ball out no Fetty
Walkin' round Saks Fifth and I'm tryna remember if
Shawty said Fendi or Fenty
My apparatus don't do rap shit
They be drillin' that shit like it's trendy
One to the headie, and two with the Remy
Ya boy gettin' hit like farmers in New Delhi
She never iffy, her hand on the blicky
So I'm tryna six-nine if you ready
Twirl 'til he dizzy, by chance if we miss it
We spinnin' the record to redo the medley
Revenant grizzly, they crossin' like Bibby
I get the bulldog, Killian Tille
I'm tryna channel the balance
Thee-point-nine but the hood know I'm gallant
Thief in the night to relieve all the plight
We in black like the silhouette challenge
Niggas is loud mouth had to silence the lamb
He ain't value the valiance
Know that I value the violence
Zoom and I zap me a Zionist
I brought the hood to the lion's den
(It's all fun and games until we roll up ten deep)

[Chorus]
Hold the toast close like a slow dance
When you kiss the barrel
It'll be ya last romance, uh
You keep tellin' niggas that the piece jammed
But you got the shit last week
You is no man, uh
How you sayin' 2021 is your year
When you owe a motherf*cker like 10 grand, uh
Told me that you will but ya won't, uh
p*ssy nigga puttin' on a show, ayy

[Post-Chorus]
Who lyin'?
Who dyin'?
Who shot ya?
Who cryin'?
Who lackin'?
You can try if you wanna

[Outro]
If I had my way
I'd have been a killer, okay
That's true
I would have had guns and I would have gone to the south
And gave them violence for violence
Shotgun for shotgun
If I had my way
But my husband told me I didn't know anything about guns
And he refused to teach me
And the only thing I had was music so I obeyed him
But if I'd had my way
Then I wouldn't be sitting here today
I'd be probably be dead somewhere because I would have used guns during those years
I was never a non-violent person