It's tucked out of sight 'cause to carry is illegal
'Cause some dumb motherfucker might shoot up the Regal Beagle
But still I got to train it with the sight of an eagle
And put one in your eye like your name was Bugsy Siegel
Leave your lady cryin' like she was on "I Love Lucy"
When I let loose with a Remy, Ruger, HK or an Uzi
Reveal what I'm concealin' at the moment of my choosin'
Write the final chapter of your story -- full stop, no reusin'
So if you ain't gonna pack, then just step back and don't get queasy
When it's time to end a life this piece of metal makes it easy
And I'm never gettin' caught, yo, like my name was Young Jeezy
A million in each city from Francisco 'cross to DC
Your game had better elevate, your hand best never hesitate
Or else your body levitates when this argument escalates
With a piece in my hand there'll be peace in this land
And if you wait, here's your fate:  the only word for you is late

It's the perfect little tool so that I can drop a fool
It's never been so simple to put metal in a temple
I love it, I hate it, I want it, I need it
And if you ever see my barrel pray that you don't have to eat it
My number nine gun is my number one son
I use it for protection, which is just my kind of fun
It saved the world by killin', made a million fuckin' villains
What's that?  I think he got a gat!  Step back

I need myself a pistol or a shotgun or a rifle
I need to eat some beef when all I start with is a trifle
I need to get my bullet in the way that Barney Fife'll
I need to set my sight so that you can get an eyeful
I want to leave you lying with a gutshot or a spinal
I want to holla murder on a ten-inch slab of vinyl
I want a Glock to chatter, and if yours won't, bet that mine'll
I want every single confrontation to end up as final
I got to end up worryin' if everyone is packin'
I got to think if you ain't then your character is lackin'
I got to go to prison just 'cause somebody was mackin'
I got to dream at night about that ack-ack-ackin'
I have to have a gun because I got shit to protect
I have to have a gun because I need to get respect
I have to have a gun because I'm dead if caught without it
I have to have a gun because you're dead if I'm about it

It's the perfect little weapon when some punk will get to steppin'
It's the ultimate temptation for your swift annihilation
I got more than I need but I got less than I want
You get into my space and that's the spot you're gonna haunt
I'd rather have it and not need it than to need it and not have it
But should I refuse to use it lest that shit become a habit?
It'll make us all as equals, it'll cancel all your sequels
What's that?  I think he got a gat!  Step back

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"I knew one thing: as soon as anyone said you didn't need a gun, you'd better take one along that worked." (Raymond Chandler)