gang starr (gs) ft mop fat joe - who got gunz | Текст песни

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• gang starr (gs) ft mop fat joe
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[Fat Joe]

yeah uh, GangStarr

Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on

living legends, ya heard me?

yeah uh yo uh

I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38

Nine nines, Mac 10s

man this shit never end

Even if the apple won't spin

I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin

Niggaz yellin out the window "Joe's at it again"

But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen

I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky

An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me

Can't stop me everytime official

Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you

"He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured

Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures

And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock

Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got

We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top

Even if the old ladies love to call the cops

I got guns

[Lil' Fame]

You got, he got, they got

M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns

Big ones, extra large heat

Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat

Pop in a heart beat

Keep the cannon in my reach

Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach

We keep them damn thangs full of hollows

And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace

Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco

You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco

Brownsville deep in my genes

I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+

We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down

Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow

Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit

We got guns

[Hook]

We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)

Crazy ill, man rowdy

I gots it locked

Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock

But only if you feel this shit

We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)

Crazy ill, man rowdy

I gots it locked

Bringin the noise, bringin the funk

[Guru]

Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun

I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns

Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam

Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan

Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak

You're too dumb to play your position so unique

I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets

GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep

And even if you had a thought to move on us

Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust

Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin

You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket

Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary

It's only customary

It's you we got to bury

We'll dead your homo thug network

Head shots make your head jerk

Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert

[Billy Danze]

Who got a problem? It's already been established

I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage

Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average

Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA

It's always some shit but it's always a clip

to re-route your doubts and see what you about

Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch

We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)

Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen

You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit

And you deserve a hole

in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix

on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers

Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over

Keep in mind whatever the nine spit

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