Various Artists - What You Think All the Guns is For? lyrics

{*sound of engine being started and revved as vehicle pulls off*} "My click airtight" -] Mobb Deep {*1} [Truck Turner] Yeah, Truck Turner baby {*1} Uh-huh, check it out f** these n***as on? Dope or dog food Done caught me, in the wrong mood I'm squeezin off, for real live Then they bust shots, and it's on dude You face this? Wrong move Use your head, come on fool Truck Turner, with mob rule Wanna feel it? It's on Dukes Think it can't happen? Ha-hah, you can get it, keep yappin I'mma start clappin.. .. in a minute, n***as actin What you talkin? Yo keep that When it comes to beef I gets off The meat rack, you seen this gun here? You sure you peeped that? Never sleep that, put TWO Up in your kneecap, he's holdin I see that, pull out first And squeeze, leave an impact You hear me, your shine? Come up off that, like ? titties You soft black, wanna front that? The line? You crossed that Baseball bat, your jaw cracked Didn't want to, you forced that Now lost that, I got that Try to come back, I shot at Bust three times, KLACK KLACK KLACK Bust three more, KLACK KLACK KLACK Now you askin - where the d** at? You thuggin? Now stop that "What you think all the guns is for?" -] Biggie Smalls {*2} "Trapped in a never-endin gunfight" -] Mobb Deep {*3} Chorus: the pattern goes {*2} {*1} {*2} {*3} {*2} {*1} {*2} {*3} As scratched by the DJ [Truck Turner] Ain't no, tellin What I might do, when I slide through Never liked you, why slice you Do a**, or I wipe you Off the map, all that sh** you talkin? Yo relax Just a act, what you tryin to win A Oscar? For the drama Feel the gat all up in your back Now the dread, gets done fast Got your momma wearin black What I TALK, live up to that When I was young they used to call me Shorty hook-off Now they call me big Truck, squeeze off the Tec Blow your f**in knees off, the trigger Til the clips they empty, never ease off Even hoes, I'll blow your f**in weave off Makin, n***as vanish like Viriginity, on prom night Got a click, when I swarm right One mistake, live a short life My enemies, flip on sight I spit out the razor And lacerate these n***as with pipes Step to this you walk off the next What? I ain't k** you yet? See I been nice I'mma ask you one more time, now who sent you? Then I'mma put, three up in you To show these fu*kERS what I'm into His b*tch, the window Is where her head is gettin sent through These n***as actin hard But really gentle, we rob em And hop back in the rental Pull off (* tires squealin *) just that simple Chorus 1.5X [Truck Turner] The bigger they come, the harder they fall Watch this big n***a Truck, body..uhh..polly y'all Me feel you? Not at all Before I squeeze? Smile at y'all Leave you bleedin, down the hall Your moms got, the dreaded call Who shot ya, what the deal yo That hot lead? How it feel yo Your cap, did it peel yo? Did you buy that? Never deal yo As for me, I'm hunkerin off Your girl panties, I took it off Your click moved, I had to slide But give me time, begin to stalk Bloodstains, in your shirt Leave you dead, in the dirt Stay alive, stay alert REVENGE!! The experts South Bronx, a.k.a. Cutthroat Island The wrong place to visit.. ya heard?? Chorus 1.5X