Lirik Lagu Stick To Ya Gunz - M.O.P.
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Calling the police calling the G menCalling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money and I'm getting that money tonight
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let'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 gunz
Chorus:
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 Danze
The 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 guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, 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 guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
All I need is money and I'm getting that money tonight
Verse One: Lil' Fame
Let'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 gunz
Chorus:
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 Danze
The 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 guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
Verse Three: Kool G. Rap
Aiyyo, 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 guns
Chorus: repeat 2X
