Текст песни M.O.P. - Stick To Ya Gunz
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Calling the police calling the G menCalling all americans to war on the underworldAll I need is money and I`m getting that money tonightVerse One: Lil` FameLet`s take a slide through the ill side of town with this B BoyWatch out for Jake snakes and decoysThe streets keep you p noidEveryday`s a new game we do thangs for new thangsThis kid got stopped for like three G`s and two chainsYo, I know about these streets I was raised inIn my crib I heard villians outside blazinMad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin menFive minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on HopkinsonThat`s why this +Downtown Swinga+Ruckus bringa be packin bangersthat make your whole shit out of clothes hangersIt`s only one life to give in, get in where ya fit inThe fo`-fo` will cold push ya shit inSo keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York DesperadoesWe`ll bust open your head like avocadoesHeavy artillery in my facilityFor you snake ass ones I stick to my gunzChorus:Yo what up? Ain`t nothin; is it real? Yeah sonWhat`s todays mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!What`s the word? Ain`t nothin; is it real? Yeah sonWhat`s todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!Verse Two: Billy DanzeThe most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo`-fo` Desert EagleNigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!!Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any objectSqueeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projectsI ain`t gonna be beefin or eyein youSilently I move violentlyMe, ain`t no reliable seeI been chasin and lacin tough guys for daysFindin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the graveIf it happen the squad`s cappin, I`m in the mixAnd i`d rather be touched by twelve, than laid by sixMy kind, on the front line still standinMr. Billy Danze, and I`ll work you with a mini cannonHoldin it down it`s the drama lordSo you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin boardFirin squad, niggaz on the runGet props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they gunsChorus: repeat 2XVerse Three: Kool G. RapAiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machinePut M-16`s in niggaz spleensSo head for the hills, nigga cause when I get illit`s blood spilled for realI aim my fuckin steel and shoot to killSo grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustinThe biscuit that I`m clutchinPuffin like cess but that`s the fuckin dutchmanBuckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckusWe`ll be three niggaz who`s clappin but we ain`t applaudin you motherfuckersKeep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lidsAin`t gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch KidsOnce I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereensQueens on the motherfuckin map nigga we stay strappedIn fact I let a AK cap push your toupee backRunnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the fundsNiggaz better stick to they gunsChorus: repeat 2X