Ransom - Gunz N Butta lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] Yo its all about guns N bu*ta, Like Melvin from Baby Boy Come through & thug your mother Leave your baby boys undercovers undiscovered Thats what you get for talking to them undercovers (snitch) And when it rains, run for cover Cause the slugs'll hover And penetrate to leave you thugs to suffer Like aids on some lethal sh** But I dont gotta worry bout that, Cause Ran keep tons of rubbers Eighteen spit acid baby, I dont mind if y'all eating Just as long as y'all pa** the gravy Might see me in the fast mercedes Speeding through the traffic crazy Tryna get a bag of hazie Might catch me in the front row seat For the Nets vs Magic, all I had to do was ask McGrady (T-Mac) Been hustlin past the eighties Only got locked once & y'all n***as can't congratulate me? f** y'all, n***as had to hate me And I never deal with n***as thats dumb cause the math be shaky Soon or later you gon have to face me I dont wanna be calm, Y'all n***as starting to aggrevate me Its no wonder why you guys approach me, like you probably know me I treat your girl like if I was Kobe And you know I keep the fire closely Cause a clip'll have your a** on one leg like the Heisman Trophy (n***a!) [Verse 2: Hitchco*k] n***a f** who thought was the best When you talk, talk with respect Before I put the hawk to your neck, Your sure to get wet (Brapp!) This is more than a threat I'm good with the Gym Star I never bought a Gillete ugh! I'm sort of a threat, record your ca**ettes I got the long white tee with the Nautica sweats ugh! I'm balling great, touring states And I stay strapped like the Jordan 8s (cmon) Sick like Norman Bates While you n***as tryna grill I'm tryna make George Forman cakes (ugh!) And when I hit the chach[?] Your girl said you was small like Arnold, you got different strokes Fall back young'n get your folks, This ain't just a hoax My n***as real they will slit your throat Hitchco*k is a verbal weapon And it ain't shampoo when I open off that Herbal Essence (ah) All y'all flowing the same, I put a hole in your frame Rapping bout how you be holding the cain I dont really wanna show him the aim, Never doubt him I'm hugrier than down syn' throwing a flame Cause my n***as want the glow & the fame I'm blowing a O and a range, thinkin bout blowing your brains (pause) Can't do that, cause I ain't a k**er But my man will cause he a gorilla (n***a, ugh..) [Verse 3: Joe Budden] So many people they see you they jealous they envy Watching wanting to be you, some reason They feel the need to G you so they speak to you Since they know you they see it feasible to be with you Plotting & time it wit, pull it bring the beef to you And feel that they got reason to But I'm a straight up & down never changed Nah never been seasonal Knock Knock Bang wood this ain't good Its the Spurs against the Mavericks n***a, same hood I'm a grown man I won't let friends abuse me And I think dudes is using that word friends to losely (Nah) We ain't best friends cause I lent you lucies Exchanged pounds, exchanged rounds, tactics that exchange sound Force me to keep one in the hand four[?] And if you feel like jumpin I'll provide the Red Bull Wanna start though its hearts jellow Its young Lebron, but its still room for Darko & Carmelo I dont speak kilos, no its Neo's soul Get to the end of the matrix 3, Neos show[?] (yea!) Know the Jump Off the best thing in Jerz Wanna rob the house get through Westwing first n***a Best doubt it now best bout it now Its a small world we can make it less crowded now Get into some drastic things Magneto style, you can't hold me in a plastic beam n***a