Cory Gunz - Steele Gunz lyrics

[Verse 1: Mark Steele] Mark Steele I'mma play it like this First off I'mma say it like this See I, am like flies, why? It's simple I stay on my sh** Go 'head n***a picture that scrill I'mma hit if I miss then that's it 'Lotta y'all wan' rap 'bout trappin' But you actin' n***a stick to that script! Y'all the type that I put on my list Or the n***as in the game I'mma rip I ain't sayin' no names just tryna get fame Once a n***a hit Ming then that's it Keep goin' I'mma spit 'til I'm sick And ya girl put spit to my tip That mean you better move her clit Cause like pubic hair she gon' stick to my dick! Huh, don't tempt me See I moved up top but I represent NC, y'all envy Cause a nig got 'Pac in his eyes and inside, is Biggie My whole squad gon' ride for me yo Cause we come from a city where they ride for the dough And they die for the dough gettin' live for the dough If you come through the bull I advise that you know! That the n***as do k** Damn it's a shame cause them n***as so grimy But I'm just tryna get a deal And to be frank I don't care who signs me Cause either way I'mma blow Runnin' LAPS! Around these n***as come time me And to keep a G, a n***a can't E in this F'd up econ'my So I came with a master plan To max the fans and pack the stands 'bout rappin' man Not actin' man and stack the grands and stack my hands With as many damn stacks I can! Man I gotta whole lot of styles Rap E. n***a hold it down n***a know where we goin' now In the studio and we smokin' on that loud... And I blow it out... Sped it up now it's time to slow it DOWN Take one more puff and then I'm done But before I put out that blunt Pa** it to my n***a Gunz, STEELE! [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] Yeah, I'm up in the cyph Give me the light when I get to the cack South Bronx n***a up in North Carolina If he trip, I'mma lift and leave him lit up with that I don't work sh** out, I hit up a trap Get up a stack get a bad b**h, hit up her back I'm grown I don't stall on n***as that smack My team ball strong ye ain't lift up a rack And it be like that so... Mu'f**as need to heed the reason And try to right jack bro I gotta nice a** flow Nobody believe in free, I ain't never seen a price that low I ain't what you want b**h, drama I ain't what you want with it Y'all be on that dumb sh** -- I be on my Gunz sh** Stupid mu'f**as like y'all will think I be on a gunship Got purp if you wan' sip ... psych! Get ya own b**h you ain't puttin' on this I told her we could date plus a bonus What's the bonus? The bone is! Mercy brack, you know where the zone is Where the crooks and the blazers get on this From where you shouldn't you get sprayed like cologne is Hope when you finished what you sayin' like the phone is What I mean is I dot all my 'i's And I slide through my 't's a nine-five'a and While they got V they got E they got juice they got Q's They got P's they got G's Based in the basics, fake n***as hate like a racist Straight cause they ain't this... Placed with the greats when I'm gracin' the stages Mixtapes straight to the majors... Flame like Liu Kang on the car peel Chain like new cage but it's all real I ain't never gotta tell my crew thangs But some of you n***as won't shoot -- all's well 'Til they fittin' to spit it But they kiddin' to kid it my n***as militant Homie and teemin' to get it Won't nobody owe me a pinch when I get my percentage Y'all call it expenses this sh** is a image...