M.o.p. - Stick To Ya Gunz Lyrics
Intro (sampled):Calling the police, calling the g menCalling all americans to war on the underworldAll I need is money, and Im getting that money tonightVerse one: lil fameLets take a slide through the ill side of town with this b-boyWatch out for jake, snakes and decoysThe streets keep you p-noidEverydays a new game, we do thangs for new thangsThis kid got stopped for like three gs 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 hopkinsonThats why this +downtown swinga+Ruckus bringa be packin bangersThat make your whole shit out of clothes hangersIts 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 *****in with these new york desperadoesWell bust open your head like avocadoesHeavy artillery in my facilityFor you snake ass ones I stick to my gunzChorus:Yo what up? aint nothin; is it real? yeah sonWhats todays mathematics nigga? stick to ya gunz!Whats the word? aint nothin; is it real? yeah sonWhats 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 aint gonna be beefin or eyein youSilently I move violentlyMe, aint no reliable seeI been chasin and lacin tough guys for daysFindin ways to erase em, and blaze em in the graveIf it happen the squads cappin, Im in the mixAnd Id rather be touched by twelve, than laid by sixMy kind, on the front line still standinMr. billy danze, and Ill work you with a mini cannonHoldin it down its the drama lordSo you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a *****in 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-16s in niggaz spleensSo head for the hills, nigga cause when I get illIts blood spilled for realI aim my *****in steel and shoot to killSo grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustinThe biscuit that Im clutchinPuffin like cess but thats the *****in dutchmanBuckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckusWell be three niggaz whos clappin but we aint applaudin you mother*****ersKeep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lidsAint 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 mother*****in 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
