Gang Starr - Who Got Gunz lyrics

[Fat Joe] yeah uh, GangStarr Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on living legends, ya heard me? yeah uh yo uh I got seven Mac 11's about eight .38 Nine nines, Mac 10's man this sh** never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin n***az yellin out the window "Joe's at it again" But this ba*tard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm co*ky An arrogant f**, wave "Hi" when they watch me Can't stop me everytime official Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you "He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured 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 [Lil' Fame] You got, he got, they got M dot, O dot, P my n***a we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous sh** 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 b**h, bang with the Wallace Fit raw this n***a you ain't loco You're bu*tocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin sh** is +Peaches and Cream+ We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow Raise up co*k pot my biscuit for my n***a O.G. had quick sh** We got guns [Hook] We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this sh** We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk [Guru] 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 f** 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 'way your meat f*ggot vacate the streets GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep And even if you had a thought to move on us Our fire power will devour, b**h you'll chew on dust Slow d**h, no rep, hollows have you gaspin You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage ba*tards usin all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your h*mo thug network Head shots make your head jerk My marks-men/man on the roof, he's an expert [Billy Danze] 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 ni**a It's always some sh** 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 b**h We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) Doin underhanded sh**, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this f*ggot sh** And you deserve a hole in the back of your motherf**in head the doctor can't fix on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your sh** over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the n***a behind it b**h We got guns