ฟังเพลงWho Got Gunz (Explicit)

Who Got Gunz (Feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.) - Gang Starr

Crack Man, Crack Man, M.O.P

BX

Brooknam, haha come on

Living legends, ya heard me

Yeah uh yo uh (SHOOOOOU!)

I got seven Mac 11's, about eight .38's

Nine .9's, Mac 10's

Man this shit never end

Even if the apple won't spin

I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin

Niggas yelling 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 cause I'm cocky

An arrogant fuck

Wave hi when they watch me

Can't stop me every time official

Better find my residuals or this nine gonna 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 scorching blocks with the hawk on cock

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 tanning on the beach

We keep them damn things full of hollows

And I'm from Christopher bitch

Bang with the Wallace

Fitzroy 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 thinking shit is Peaches and Cream

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

Gun ya down, guns sing like Bilal

Raise up cock pon my biscuit for my nigga O.G. Headquizkik

We got guns

You got, we got, they got guns

Crazy ill, mad rowdy

I gots it locked

Bringing the noise, bringing the funk, pop the Glock

But only if you feel this shit

You got, we got, they got guns

Crazy ill, mad rowdy

I gots it locked

Bringing the noise, bringing the funk

You know that your through, done, finished

Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun

I'm trying to cop some more property and a case of them guns

Sick society's got Guru protecting 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 you meek

I'll trey 8 your meat faggot vacate the streets

Gang Starr, 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 gasping

You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket

Call us savage bastards using 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 neck jerk

My marksman on 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 throwing down on the grounds that I'm average

Can I hear it 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 boss man's a bitch

We taking over these bricks

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

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

And you deserve a hole

In the back of your motherfucking 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

It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch

We got guns