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Gang Starr( GangStarr )
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Who Got Gunz
Lyricist:Joseph Cartagena, Keith Elam, Jamal Grinnage, Christopher Martin, Eric Murry
Yeah, uh, Gang Starr Crack Man, Crack Man, M O P, uh, BX, Brooknam, come on Livin' legends, make a note of it Yeah, uh, yo, uh
I got seven Mac 11s, about eight 38 Nine nines, Mac 10s Man this shit never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you with his twin
Niggaz yellin' 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 'cuz 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 gon' lift you
He was a fine individual what the papers scripted 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, got, O, got, 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 tannin' on the beach
We keep them damn thangs full of hollows And I'm from Christopher, bitch, bang with the Wallace Fit raw 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 thinkin' shit is Peaches and Cream
We'll run you down, M O Ps, hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow Raise up cock pot, my biscuit for my nigga, O G had quick shit We got guns
We got, we got, they got guns Crazy ill man, rowdy I got it locked Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Bringin' the noise, bringin' the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit
We got, we got, they got guns Crazy ill man, rowdy I got 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 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 unique
I'll trade your meat fatty, 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 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 neck jerk My lock's been 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 throwin' down on the grounds that I'm average Can I hear 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 bossman's a bitch We takin' over these bricks, is that so? Doin' underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're movin' like a broad with this faggot shit And you deserve a hole
In the back of your motherfuckin' 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
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