作曲 : C. MARTIN/J. Cartagena/Keith Elam/E. Murry/J. Grinnage Who Got Gunz （）-Gang Starr /Fat Joe （仔乔）/M.O.P. Crack Man Crack Man M O P BX Brooknam haha come on Living legends ya heard me Yeah uh yo uh （SHOOOOOU ） I got seven Mac 11's about eight 38's Nine 9's Mac 10's Man this sh*t 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 f**k 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 ni**a we got guns Big ones extra large heat Humongous sh*t 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 b**ch Bang with the Wallace Fitzroy this ni**a 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 sh*t 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 ni**a O G Headquizkik We got guns 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 sh*t 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 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 F**k 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 you meek I'll trey 8your 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 b**ch you'll chew on dust Slow death no rep 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 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 NI**A It's always some sh*t 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 b**ch We taking over these bricks Doing underhanded sh*t I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud you're moving like a broad with this faggot sh*t And you deserve a hole In the back of your motherf**king head the doctor can't fix On the concrete we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your sh*t over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the ni**a behind it b**ch We got guns
[00:00.000] 作曲 : C. MARTIN/J. Cartagena/Keith Elam/E. Murry/J. Grinnage [00:00.00]Who Got Gunz （）-Gang Starr /Fat Joe （仔乔）/M.O.P. [00:14.638]Crack Man Crack Man M O P [00:17.167]BX [00:19.167]Brooknam haha come on [00:22.167]Living legends ya heard me [00:25.87]Yeah uh yo uh （SHOOOOOU ） [00:27.107]I got seven Mac 11's about eight 38's [00:30.236]Nine 9's Mac 10's [00:32.296]Man this sh*t never end [00:33.506]Even if the apple won't spin [00:35.146]I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin [00:37.786]Niggas yelling out the window Joe's at it again [00:40.126]But this bastard's got lawyers [00:41.156]Keep him outta the pen [00:42.626]I mean feds wanna knock me just cause I'm cocky [00:45.505]An arrogant f**k [00:46.295]Wave hi when they watch me [00:48.145]Can't stop me every time official [00:50.45]Better find my residuals or this nine gonna lift you [00:53.235]He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured [00:55.245]Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures [00:58.144]And they probably never hit you if you brought your Glock [01:00.604]Me and my gat like Wilson we all we got [01:02.894]We walk the scorching blocks with the hawk on cock [01:05.494]Even if the old ladies love to call the cops [01:08.44]I got guns [01:09.174]（Lil'Fame） [01:09.634]You got he got they got [01:11.104]M dot O dot P my ni**a we got guns [01:13.584]Big ones extra large heat [01:15.953]Humongous sh*t that won't fit up under your car seat [01:18.473]Pop in a heart beat [01:19.403]Keep the cannon in my reach [01:21.383]Lay you flat on your back like you was tanning on the beach [01:23.693]We keep them damn things full of hollows [01:25.723]And I'm from Christopher b**ch [01:26.653]Bang with the Wallace [01:28.453]Fitzroy this ni**a you ain't loco [01:31.273]You're buttocks big boy [01:32.523]Your heart pumps Sunoco [01:33.983]Brownsville deep in my genes [01:35.643]I show you bad boy for real [01:37.53]Keep thinking sh*t is Peaches and Cream [01:38.813]We'll run you down MO-Ps hunt ya down [01:41.623]Gun ya down guns sing like Bilal [01:44.222]Raise up cock pon my biscuit for my ni**a O G Headquizkik [01:48.490]We got guns [01:49.850]You got we got they got guns [01:52.640]Crazy ill mad rowdy [01:54.230]I gots it locked [01:55.340]Bringing the noise bringing the funk pop the Glock [01:57.400]But only if you feel this sh*t [02:00.449]You got we got they got guns [02:02.589]Crazy ill mad rowdy [02:04.339]I gots it locked [02:05.788]Bringing the noise bringing the funk [02:07.578]You know that your through done finished [02:09.737]Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun [02:11.897]I'm trying to cop some more property and a case of them guns [02:14.767]Sick society's got Guru protecting his fam [02:17.67]F**k Prudential I got my own protection plan [02:19.237]Respect me man [02:20.957]I'm on a mission so to speak [02:22.567]You're too dumb to play your position so you meek [02:24.667]I'll trey 8your meat faggot vacate the streets [02:27.537]Gang Starr First Fam and TS we way deep [02:30.97]And even if you had a thought to move on us [02:32.537]Our fire power will devour b**ch you'll chew on dust [02:34.927]Slow death no rep hollows have you gasping [02:37.327]You rich just for you he got a lavish casket [02:40.206]Call us savage bastards using all means necessary [02:43.06]It's only customary [02:44.416]It's you we got to bury [02:45.706]We'll dead your homo thug network [02:47.445]Head shots make your neck jerk [02:48.874]My marksman on the roof he's an expert [02:50.884]Who got a problem [02:51.624]It's already been established [02:53.144]I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage [02:55.604]Still throwing down on the grounds that I'm average [02:58.234]Can I hear it for a gangster [03:00.74]YEAH NI**A [03:01.164]It's always some sh*t but it's always a clip [03:03.453]To re-route your doubts and see what you about [03:05.603]Your homeboy's a snitch and your boss man's a b**ch [03:08.363]We taking over these bricks [03:10.962]Doing underhanded sh*t I'll shoot you in your abdomen [03:14.32]You fraud you're moving like a broad with this faggot sh*t [03:16.332]And you deserve a hole [03:18.61]In the back of your motherf**king head the doctor can't fix [03:21.331]On the concrete we palm heat like soldiers [03:23.910]Spit one in your whip and flip your sh*t over [03:26.440]Keep in mind whatever the nine spit [03:28.970]It's only as good as the ni**a behind it b**ch [03:31.300]We got guns
