Guns Up

{Hey Mario!} [Styles P] Straws let's go nigga Vinny Idol on the track [Straw] Aiyyo I tell niggas blow me quick Fuck the best bulletproof my tints, window down when my Ruger spit Yeah you fuckin with a Arliss nigga One in the head, 16 in the cartridge nigga And, you can have a team but regardless nigga You might fuck with e'rybody else but not this nigga Cause I heat the beef up like Foreman's Plus I let the streetsweeper Air niggas out like Jordans Catch me in the lot with D-Block gorillas For green I tie you up 'til God cut off your fingers The mausberg handle give 'em brain contusions Two trey slugs do the brain removin I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P Straw run in your house a quarter past 3 Straw run at the house with all your crack ki's Just for the love of my niggas, you other cats bleed [Hook: Straw] Guns up, foes down Straw and the Ghost when it goes down, vest and a fo'-pound We don't give a fuck about the law when we blast off Get the cash, do the dash with the masks off [Styles P] So all y'all blow my cock No security, the show don't stop It's goin down then the fo' gon' pop Yeah you fuckin with a cocky nigga Run up your face like them steps on Rocky nigga And you gon' need a mask like a hockey nigga Might fuck with e'rybody else but not me nigga Cause I hold up your paper like thumbtacks And I got knife game like Jigga, retire and come back Catch me comin through with Team Arliss nigga For green I leave blood on the carpet nigga And you can't get it up, with a stain remover The four-four long is the brain remover I don't give a fuck about the law, ask Straw Most rappers is whack and got a glass jaw Load up the gun, I show you what the mask for (I'll show you) D-Block bitch, that's niggas that blast fours [Hook] [Straw] Aiyyo Straw be in your house with his guns drawn The nine milli fire 'til I'm sure that a lung gone Try and do the stealth work, settin the car bomb Detonators target activatin the cell phone It's Arliss, we be in the hood puttin work in daily Meditate with the Ghost 'til my eyes is hazy Red Jag convertible, black 380 Intentions to murder get the cash and I'm Swayze Lost in the virgin Isle, never see a day of trial Do away with the witness, be a man girl or child Ain't a soul seperatin Straw from his profits Frustrated when it's on I'm the one with the rockets I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P Until I'm buried in shells, I'm where the cash be Probably buried in L's, the haze and hash weed Need more than forensics, tryin to catch me - it's on [Hook] {*gun blast*}