Текст песни "M.O.P. - Stick To Ya Gunz (feat. Kool G Rap)"
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 Lil' Fame: Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys 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" Rusckus bringa be packin' bangers That make your whole world 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 your gun breezed for fucking 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: (Teflon) Yo whatup? (Ain't nuttin') Is it real? (Yeah, son) What's today's mathematics, nigga? STICK TO YA GUNZ! What's the word? (Ain't nuttin') Is it real? (Yeah, son) What's today's knowledge of self? STICK TO YA GUNZ! Billy Danze: The most beautyfullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle (Nigga) THAT SHIT IS DIESEL! Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any objects 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 Finding ways to erase them, and blaze them in the grave If Гt happen the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix And I'd rather be touvhed by twelve than layed 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 fucking board Firing Squad, niggas on the run Get props from top notch niggas that ill bill, stick to they gunz Chorus (x2) Kool G Rap: Ayo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine Put M-16's in niggas spleens So head for the hills nigga, cuz when I get ill It's blood spilled for real I aim my fucking 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 fucking dutchman Buckin' at all you sucka cluckin niggas that want the ruckus We'll be three niggas 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 getting blown to smithereens Queens on the motherfucking map nigga, we stay strapped In fact I let a AK cap push out your toupee back Running with mad sons gunning shit up and leave your hit up for the funds Niggas better stick to they gunz Chorus (x2)Обновить текст