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Stick To Ya Gunz

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Жанры : rap hip-hop new york brooklyn new york hip hop

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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 Jake, 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 blaze em in the grave
If it happen the squad`s cappin, I`m in the mix
And i`d rather be touched 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 dustin
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 your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns

Chorus: repeat 2X

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