Tech N9ne - Gunz Will Bust lyrics

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Tech N9ne - Gunz Will Bust lyrics

[Verse 1] I know you know this is Kansas City Where n***a life don't mean sh** So step to and immediately get yo dome split I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollow's On a concrete crusade you made the pill now swallow You never thought tomorrow You see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump Searchin' for the n***as on a hunt Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump It's not a game dude my k**az will mangle Anything in my range fool When hatin' get framed moved We play the same rules Bussin' all 32 shot Lookin' to murder you Glock they never heard of you Shocked that I'm comin' servin' you Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I'm provin' guilty Snug brim get to blast in And f** the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz' You know the steelo real n***as never talk just listen This deuce sh** comin' wit heat up out the kitchen [Chorus] Rough n***as in the street will bust 4 the bread And meat deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat punks Get the f** away from we, for we buckin' these mutha f**in' G.U.N.Z. Dem no won f** with us 4 what I believe I will die Dem no won f** with us If any hataz wanna try Hands gon throw gunz with bust Real n***as run the streets with they gats up Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up [Verse 2] If you're my enemy my energy Your rhymes are elementary get lost in penitentiaries When I begin this century so mention me And Imma heat the track up if it's loo of you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on Any mutha f**a that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting your time Cause when I spit a f**ing rhyme I got a million in line To listen to me, a b**h to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off clip That'll k** your click and will k** your brain if you can't maintain Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy That's for sure boy and ya know boy I'll whip your a** like four boys You're a decoy I'm the real thang I'm a genius you're a pea brain Get pissed on and whipped on so who you talkin' sh** on Imma spit on Any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul From under me but I got a lifetime warranty [Chorus] [Verse 3] Skatterman cat Persistantly dirty From KC Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short I call Snug and just give him the word he take ya face Before he tell on me they'll get him 4 purgery Hustla's shoot sh** Rob sh** Loot sh** Hard core convicts Mob sh** If you snitch, k**in'em on Tech's new sh** (new sh**) Dude we crossin' the color line Nuff money Nuff weed Make a tuff n***a colorblind We rap 4 curb servers That hop in and out of cars Rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers That pop in and out of bars D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs Regime, Duce Click, Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz Same team Same beams n***as that a split ya cherries Vigilanty's mutha f**as with permits to carry b**h you scary f** you and that b**h you married Cross anyone I named That sh** will get you buried [Chorus] [Verse 4] It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks 4 the bianks Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts Imma munk what you bunk n***as want f** What you thunk you get sunk in and trunk f** that we done heard and took enough crap Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps I'm tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and For the last time mutha f** Vell Bakardi You cannot rap with me scrap with me n***a to the back of me catastrophe Hits yo sh**s raggedy it had to be this tragedy sh** s** it up don't be mad at me b**h I'm glad to be rich You gets none with that f*goty pitch Imma ex poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the b**hes Don't wanna f** a black herpe nose n***a This is it yaw, dump this p**y off I a pit dog Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw So take the chicken exit, Technina's wha**up Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the f** up