Cory Gunz - 50 Shots lyrics

[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain Mack, riding around the city and we do our thing From a city that is known to do crazy things You already I'm heavy y'all stay in your lane We ready Stat fete still playing the game Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook But they're gonna get their panties took, so lets go [Verse 1: Method Man] Aye aye, y'all don't get the picture before we focus Facts, look who back, crooked like scoliosis, the take over Take this line straight up your noses This for my smokers but this time I up the dosage This my closest, to perfection my magnum opus The magnum smoking. I'm safe Like when the magnum open What y'all promoting, s**, lies, and true religion Now how ironic them jeans ain't got no true up in em No Wu up in em, no DNA won't see the day You crash my set Lil Mama no VMA Meth is a threat zero drama, I'm such a vet No need for checking my cuts (Nooo) just cut the check Who want one, You'll need Hanz and Cory's Gunz Graffiti some, we spray cans where Cory from I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won Kidding so it shall be written the story done [Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] [Verse 2: Cory Gunz] f** you losers while they fake jacks I make maneuvers Like Method, Sticking up crews, bumping some Wu sh** I'm all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel Whatever, whatever you want I'll off you I'm awful, unlawful, I ain't the one to talk too Thats word to uncle Ghost, I'll cook your waffle Riddle me down, I'm mentally that Freddy the villain is here you remember me back Felony k**ers or kitties. I chill and trapped in the belly No telling me how high and they feel I be strapped Waiting for murderers some type of burglar and chomping And murder burglar upon us some karmas when the curb with Turbulent, been a veteran what you still a virgin Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I'm burgeon goon platoon Some loon buffoons refurnishing, womb for tombs Kaboom, you doomed, no surgeon you know [Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds] [Verse 3: Streetlife] You could never break me down, I'm built for this Crown fitted for a king I'm victorious It's survival of the fit as we are warriors For the red, black and green vanglorious Godbody-Cypher-Divine, dangerous minds Spontaneously combine, it's the sign of the times All things must come to an end, I'mma ball until then No fade away shots I'm going hard at the rim Might rupture my Achilles heel, chasing this hundred mill Brake pads gone just lost my third wheel On my last leg stay kicking like old cabbage and boiled eggs Known to hold a grudge won't stop till they all dead Eyes bloodshot red bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said Eyes blood, f** it just on to the next one I been around the world never forgot where I came from [Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]