Ghostface k**ah - Guns For Life lyrics

Ghostface k**ah I love my heat Yeah Yall know what it is You know it stay hot It's a little tale about my gun Feel the neck on that n***a That's my homie UH Yo A yo I kept the same gun for nine years Navy blue Glock in the blue safe right upstairs I made sure that little n***a stayed warm Tucked him under my pillow In case the robbers come I gotta perform Kiss him night night muah read him bedtime stories Times I just stared at him The Glock forty His belly stay full and he on a strict diet I feed him lead he good he at ease when fired Go to sleep mr gat I had to do a double for two days And this the only way I get back Besides changing your diaper meaning your clip Got n***as deficating in sh** bags They're full of sh** The hook The hook is a sample from friends of distinction ( and I love him ) Sheik louch Yeah That's still my n***a though son I can't live without him Special relationship with that mother f**er You feel me right ? You feel me ghost ? WU BLOCK I knew him ever since he was nine Now he twenty two thinking he's forty five That n***a is live Like to come with me everywhere when I drive Trouble maker same time keep you alive His ego too big he be getting pumped I told him chill He said it's better when you're getting jumped No matter how you face me No matter where you place me Since the day that I was born I ain't have safety He went from Y O to staten that's real talk He hung with puff he was with shine in club new york Now he with me He hurt em like angela jolie with them babies I raised him up from 380's I raised him up from 380's I raised him up from 380's The hook Styles P That WU BLOCK sh** n***a Yeah I still pour liquor after I pop bottles Got a friend named deuce nickel the cops got him Back then when the coke price was rock bottom I robbed a lot of spots with him and im not lying Then I got knocked with him and the cops kept him I reminisce and get high over a lot of weapons Got a friend named nine Caught up in the murder one I ain't seen him since Cause my man had to murder something Homie named 38 he popped with me And it ain't to often that he's not with me You call him your guns I call him my friends Pop it off or keep it tucked Guess it all will depend yeah The hook