Who Got Gunz

[Fat Joe] Gang Starr Crack Man, Crack Man, M.O.P BX Brooknam, haha come on Living legends, ya heard me Make a note of that Yeah uh yo uh (SHOOOOOU!) I got seven Mac 11's, about eight .38's Nine .9's, Mac 10's Man this shit never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin Niggas yelling out the window, Joe's at it again But this bastard's got lawyers Keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cause I'm cocky An arrogant fuck Wave hi when they watch me Can't stop me every time official Better find my residuals or this nine gonna lift you He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures And they probably never hit you if you brought your Glock Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got We walk the scorching blocks with the hawk on cock Even if the old ladies love to call the cops I got guns [Lil' Fame] You got, he got, they got M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat Pop in a heart beat Keep the cannon in my reach Lay you flat on your back like you was tanning on the beach We keep them damn things full of hollows And I'm from Christopher bitch Bang with the Wallace Fitzroy this nigga you ain't loco You're buttocks, big boy Your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you bad boy for real Keep thinking shit is Peaches and Cream We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like Bilal Raise up cock pon my biscuit for my nigga O.G. Headquizkik We got guns [Hook] You got, we got, they got guns Crazy ill, mad rowdy I gots it locked Bringing the noise, bringing the funk, pop the Glock But only if you feel this shit You got, we got, they got guns Crazy ill, mad rowdy I gots it locked Bringing the noise, bringing the funk You know that your through, done, finished [Guru] Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun I'm trying to cop some more property and a case of them guns Sick society's got Guru protecting his fam Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan Respect me man I'm on a mission so to speak You're too dumb to play your position so unique I'll trey 8 your meat faggot vacate the streets Gang Starr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep And even if you had a thought to move on us Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust Slow death, no breath, hollows have you gasping You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage bastards using all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your homo thug network Head shots make your neck jerk My marksman on the roof, he's an expert [Billy Danze] Who got a problem It's already been established I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage Still throwing down on the grounds that I'm average Can I hear it for a gangster YEAH NIGGA It's always some shit but it's always a clip To re-route your doubts and see what you about Your homeboy's a snitch and your boss man's a bitch We taking over these bricks Doing underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're moving like a broad with this faggot shit And you deserve a hole In the back of your motherfucking head the doctor can't fix On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch We got guns