Papoose - Take It To The Guns lyrics

[Intro] Breath heavy got that haze in my lungs I ain't nothin but a raisen in the sun Ma f**ers dont be playin whare im from Think its a game when can take it to the guns Cops comin then im blazin that them They wanna put me in the cage here they come Mother f**ers dont be playin Wea im from Think its a game we can take it to the guns [Chorrus] Born in the gutter, raised in the slums I dont like talkin we can take it to the guns Got a problem with somethin im sayin to you son Take it how you want it, we can take it to the guns Born in the gutter, raised in the slums I dont like talkin we can take it to the guns Yea you beside me and now you playin with my guns Im a take you to blood, we can take it to the guns [Verse 1] I dunno what they doin over there But guns go off over here I dont no if they shoot fair ones or shake hands over there But guns go off over here I dunno if they from outta town or if they lost over there But homie this New York over here, get Off'd over here No workers the boss over here, we dont go get guns, we walk wit em, yea I dont no what they say in them courts over there But ain't no body soft over here, get offed over here Dont no body talk over here We take ourtime and go up north over here Everybody always say chill let it slide n***as violate you when they say let it ride Ride or die n***as never hide And the ones who always say let it ride, they never ride So quick to swear on who ever died Swearin on your man and you no you just lied But you shouldn't take a mans pride n***as take kindness for weakness Thats why im never kind Always seen things comin i was never blind To me its 13 0'clock im ahead of time I no you through my man so you ain't no friend of mine Hit you 7 times wit the barretta 9 O parden yourself i make you say it 7 times 14 a hundred shot mac multiplies Spoke with gang sign language, said slice pack I spoke with body language and gave him his knife back So dont ever ask why im takin it like that Because i took it how you put it, now take it right back [Chorrus] Born in the gutter, raised in the slums I dont like talkin we can take it to the guns Got a problem with somethin im sayin to you son Take it how you want it, we can take it to the guns Born in the gutter, raised in the slums I dont like talkin we can take it to the guns Yea you beside me and now you playin with my guns Im a take you to blood, we can take it to the guns [Verse 2] I smoke a large portion for cheaper My gun game sick like a cough and fever n***as straight birds like a hawk and geizer But they run on you like a horse and a cheetah We real n***as so when we walk through they great us Pull over and talk to us egor Why your man keep pealin off when he see us He one of them hot head n***as, He'll cool off in the freezer Thats my word i chase his boss out his sneakers The n***a ran so fast he lost his adidas Even as a student had the force of a leader Talked to teachers with thoughts of a thinker Me and him strong side by side, dont try to walk in between us Even stand beside us or lay underneath us Jackson like michael, flip keys like alicia Pull mats like burney to get friends like aretha Pigs playin for keps, them hogs wanna keep us Because we walk the walk and talk with the nina Im tossin the heata, i ain't tryin to get cought without it But i ain't tryin to get cought with it neither [Chorrus] Born in the gutter, raised in the slums I dont like talkin we can take it to the guns Got a problem with somethin im sayin to you son Take it how you want it, we can take it to the guns Born in the gutter, raised in the slums I dont like talkin we can take it to the guns Yea you beside me and now you playin with my guns Im a take you to blood, we can take it to the guns [Verse 3] You dont really wanna take it there, us real dudes smell fear All the crack heads say they love you when you let em get by All they really love is crack, they just wanna get high In my hood they dont care about a couple of chumps When the gun boys come, all they want is them guns But when the narcs snatch you up, it shatter dreams Because they bag you and bag a fein The judge threw the book at my man, we had a team Judges like throwin books, thats why i throw magazines Yall got a lotta drama and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana If i wanna say xxxx you, i ain't gunna give you the middle finger Real n***as say xxxx you with the triger finger Run on your block and hit you like a bolita I toke ninas and poke feevers, and park rims for you Scheme and plot smart schames for you After they bang with you they call the man on you He snitchin on his own colors, smart man for you The white man cought you becuse the dark man saw you Heard when they hoped outta that dark van on you Your whole fear bounced, even your ark ran on you What you expect n***as to spark candals for you That gun ain't jammed on you, your hearts jammed on you Spoke with gang sign language, said slice pack I spoke with body language and gave him his knife back Dont ever ask why im takin it like that I took it how you put it, now take it right back I lost a whole lotta homies to the gun k**as will chase you to ya grave if you run 20 ta life they ain't playin wit you son So think befor you take it to the gun