Tonz o' gunz are in the streets nowadays
It's big money and you know crime pays
Check your nearest overpopulated ghetto
They greet you with a pistol not trying to say hello

Mad kids packed 'cos the neighborhood's like that
Want some shit that's fat catch a victim do a stick
Kids pulling triggers, niggas killing niggas
Five-o they sit and wait and tally death-toll figures

It's crazy there ain't no time to really chill
Jealous motherfuckers always want to act ill
22's, 25's, 44's, 45's
Mack Elevens, AK's taking mad lives

What the fuck you gonna do in a situation
It's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation
Tonz o' gunz

But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept

Tonz o' gunz, you got, we got, they got
The state of affairs yo it's like mad chaos
I know a kid who just passed the other day
They shot him sixteen times so there he lay

You can pray for this shit to like cease
But until then a niggas going to pack a piece
And yo the devil's got assassination squads
Want to kill niggaz 'cos they're scared of god

They got camps where they train they learn to take aim
At a nigga like a piece of game
And I'm not seeing that, them days are gone
'Cos now we got chromes to put them where they belong

So me a rude boy from and in a Brooklyn
Fuck the bullshit pain and suffering
I'm coming off with a foolproof plan
As if each every lyric was worth a hundred grand

I stand in the face of hatred
Letting off mad shots making devils run naked
Tonz o' gunz

But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept

Tonz o' gunz everybody's getting strapped
Tonz o' gunz got to watch the way you act
Tonz o' gunz real easy to get
Tonz o' gunz bringing nothing but death

Tonz o' gunz but I don't glorify
'Cos more guns will come and much more will die
Why, yo I don't know black
Some motherfuckers just be living like that

They like to feel the chrome in their hands
The shit makes them feel like little big man
Twelve years old catching wreck
'Cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check

People get wounded, others they perish
And what about the mother and the child she cherish
The city is wild up steps the wild child
Tension anger living in danger

What the fuck you gonna do in a situation
it's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation
Tonz o' gunz

Tonz o' gunz, tonz o' gunz, tonz o' gunz
Tonz o' gunz, tonz o' gunz