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Versurile M.O.P - Stick To Ya Gunz
Versuri Stick To Ya Gunz
Intro (sampled):
Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money, and I'm getting that money
tonight
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town
with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new
thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two
chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of
droppin men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on
Hopkinson
That's why this +Downtown Swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya
fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New
York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz
Chorus:
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya
gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah
son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya
gunz!
Verse Two: Billy Danze
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a
fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole
projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and place em in the
grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by
six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini
cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a
fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill,
stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a
murder machine
Put M-16's in niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the duckin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want
the ruckus
We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't
applaudin you motherfuckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to
crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you
Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots
are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay
strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave you
hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
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