P$c - Gunz N Butter lyrics

[C-Tera] I hear you wanna live my life, n***a, just log on To WWW Dot Chris Terra Dot Com Back slash, Whip Yo Ass, Dot n***a Dot Com Come experience the sh** that I'm on, more than just rap Money, s**, d**, I can give you a pack Give you a whole f**ing ounce, if you want, it's cool, n***a Cuz, we can do whatever you want Bring your guns to the town and bust Two on two, you and yours, put 'em up against Tera and Trust Squeeze til your cranium's crushed, you're coughing up blood Fill your lungs with so much lead, you'll be coughing up slugs Got the repercussing n***a, when you f**ing with thugs Twenty seven, T.M.F., who f**ing with us? Stapleton's Finest, Broad Street k**as behind us Have you bleeding all week like a f**ing vagina [Squigg Trust] Squigg's incognito, draw metal like Magneto And bring the blood out ya like a West Nile mosquito I ain't biting, I'm shooting, my gun smoke's polluting Your last gasp for air, the coroner'll do the moving Of your body, you can catch Tera, Trust and Trife in the lobby On Broad Street and Warren's where you find me Posted with my game face on, and tre eight long Make a sale on my block and bet I blaze on Hot like fire, we spitting rhymes like saliva Stapleton Projects, they're ain't another hood liver n***as'll put a hole in your liver, and one in your kidney Place the gun on my waist while it's blazing like a chimney Gun powder residues, on my Nike glove Leave you for dead at the scene, your admomen's oozing blood That's ST-A-P-L-E, T-O-N, Projects, I love my hood, Stapleton We pack chrome, and we known, that's where the deaf heads roam Live and die for our hood, n***a it's home sweet home [Tommy Whispers] You disgust me, like a scuff on my Timbs You ain't learn from the first verse, whose f**ing with him Stay bent with a chuck full of gin, under the tongue, tucking a gem Riker's Isle style, stuck in the pens Get cut, from ya eyebrow down to your chin Bullets attack the team's logo, exit out through your brim You already know how Tommy do, papi chu', got the game locked Like copy do, cop and go, lock and load Rock a show, thirteen, years on the honor role Professional, mix the track down like vegetables Put my life on it, got Trife on it Watch me drink a bottle of Jack and shoot dice on it Put your money where your mouth is, better price on it Damn, Tommy, calm down, you just got hype on it Cuz these n***as think they live til they see the pipes coming So what we try'nna tell ya, just go and write something More fire, look your face bulging, higher [Kryme Life] sh**, even if ya hating, ya'll n***as gon' still feel us When it's on, ain't no waiting, my n***as is gon' peel sh** Stainless steel, aim to k**, and where ain't giving out lead shots n***a we gon' flame ya grill, for real Hold my heat sturdy like an infant grip And keep it neat when I bust it like penmenship Curve my bullets like script, from around the corner n***as get hit, straight out of nowhere, run up on you Now you get mixed, ain't gotta go there Cuz when the stomach growl, n***as play foul No fair, aiyo, this gon' be a grimey year, I can smell it in the air That's why I make sure I'm on point, like a spear Yo, my n***as got, too many darts, too much smarts All ya'll n***as got, is too many thoughts and not enough heart Ya'll don't want nothing to spark, I'm pouring gas on the fire First time, gon' be the last time you try us [P.C.] Aiyo I, ride with iron, test me if I'm lying I'mma survive, if not, I'mma die trying I was taught to get money, stack, never spend money And if I need more, I know how to flip money I'm thinking of ways, to get rich, dummy Can't starve no more, gotta eat when I'm hungry If it take guns to feed me, I'mma fill my tummy Cross me, I guarantee sh** will get ugly I done been through it all, had my downfall Now it's, time to rise, like the sun at dawn You don't want beef, so don't even come at me raw You be like damn I never seen a gun that long [Trife Diesel] Aiyo, these things that I'm tossing'll make you lose most of your organs Especially the one's that's mostly important See I brawl with the best of men, n***a, you extra thin And you a b**h, your body produce estrogen My guns shoot excellent, free from the worries Leave the, scene in a hurry, last seen in the berry Your team'll get buried, don't cross the stream on that Ferry When it's on, get ya dogs, my hyena's is ready Get placed in the body bag, hit up your body bag The doctor lost count on how many holes your body had No time to lolly gag, in and out the lobby fast n***as is hating, screwfacing, they obviously mad