G.U.N.Z. (original) (Original)

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 s**t never end even if the apple won't spin

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

N***az yellin' out the window Joe's at it again

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

I mean feds want to knock me just 'cause I'm cocky

An arrogant f**k wave Hi when they watch me

Can't stop me every time official

Better find my residuals or this nine gone 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

You got he got they got

M dot O dot P my n***a we got guns

Big ones extra large heat

Humongous s**t 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 d**n thangs full of hollows

And I'm from Christopher b***h bang with the Wallace

Fit raw this n***a 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' s**t is Peaches and Cream

We'll run you down MO Ps hunt ya down

Gun ya down guns sing like blow

Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my n***a

O G had quick s**t we got guns

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 s**t

We got we got they got

Guns

Crazy ill man rowdy

I gots it locked

Bringin' the noise bringin' the funk

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

F**k 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 b***h 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

My lock's been in the roof he's an expert

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 n***a

It's always some s**t 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 b***h

We takin' over these bricks

Is that so

Doin' underhanded s**t I'll shoot you in your abdomen

You fraud you're movin' like a broad with this faggot s**t

And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherf**kin'

Head the doctor can't fix on the concrete we palm heat like soldiers

Spit one in your whip and flip your s**t over

Keep in mind whatever the nine spit

It's only as good as the n***a behind it b***h we got guns