Solomon Childs - My Guns is All I Got to Bust lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] My guns is all I got to bust My dogs is all I got to trust My guns is all I got to bust My thugs is all I got to trust [Solomon Childs] Aiyo, Staten Island, back by popular demand The revolver's put a silence through your bullsh** noise And you would swear I was from New Orleans The way I move like hot boys, you with old school gangstas Two-on-two, blowing ratchets in a compact room You n***as the type to hit the buddha, and start yelling How it's getting, cold in the room, though shall respect God You doing it for the rap, I'm doing it for kingpin n***as Reminiscing on they re-ennacts Street messiah, we playing cops and robbers And I'm give you and your click, the benefit, pa Cuz I know you couldn't be that scared to move Just the lyrics got your feet frozen And I was schooled by the masters, baby Yet many have come, but only a few have been chosen [Chorus: Solomon Childs] New millennium, ultimate thug music New York City, throw up your hands and get money New millennium, ultimate thug music The dirty south, throw up your hands and get money New millennium, ultimate thug music The west coast, throw up your hands and get money New millennium, ultimate thug music The whole world, throw up your hands and get money [Solomon Childs] On the road to repeat, time to connect, let the sky rain with money Momma'll never have to pull up to the projects no more Life's like a hustle, dealing with good or bad connects Hoods and blacks, with mags, livers and techs When went from visiting floors, taking weed out of Sharea p**y To the glamour life, with tours b**hing throwing the p**y, huh, and what it look like My momma and my papa struggling, hovering over a table As if I don't generate money, like the charge of electric When it connects to a cable, baby And I'mma show you non believers in the industry, how to make an equal To push a five hundred, playing "Spend" by Lord Superb And what you say don't matter We strike the shephard and the sheep'll scatter Who want problems? [Chorus]