Lirik Lagu Throw Your Guns - The Firm
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featuring Half-A-Mil
Intro: AZ The Visualiza
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paperAs long as we all see doe(Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh(Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha haAight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
Verse One: Half-A-Mil
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in collegeScience scholar in this world of violence and dollarsFirm rappin god from the projectsIt ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that largeTo get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chickswho rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the starsYo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on CongressBenz whipped with the 6, on this8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run>From affilions, willions ??? ???Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's inthe same streets you can't get a penny inAll my real shootout niggas hear me whenHalf-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin inNiggas splittin in the same position they sittin inWhat sentencin? We got too much BenjaminsWe even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ???Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay backWe use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packsGuns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?*What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rapPlayers got the game trapped, I be the king mackAll my bitches mine til they bring crack.....
Chorus: AZ
Yo yo, big boys play for large sumsStack up, strategise, watch the cons comeIt's all a game, even bitches got their shit tightOn the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip rightIf you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
Verse Two: AZ (aka Sosa)
What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiendsCourt scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAMGuns bussin, stash house out in FlushingCorruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustinCold nights, handled the streets my whole lifeBack off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sightTravel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skiesShort-i's, so many makin livin off liesAnti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me upIt had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuckHot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop DukeBlock lasoo's, paper player part of my rootsSo what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerelyReally, most rap cats couldn't come near meSo it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yoursFools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws.....
Chorus
Verse Three: Half-A-Mil
Firm offici
Intro: AZ The Visualiza
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paperAs long as we all see doe(Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh(Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha haAight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
Verse One: Half-A-Mil
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in collegeScience scholar in this world of violence and dollarsFirm rappin god from the projectsIt ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that largeTo get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chickswho rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the starsYo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on CongressBenz whipped with the 6, on this8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run>From affilions, willions ??? ???Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's inthe same streets you can't get a penny inAll my real shootout niggas hear me whenHalf-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin inNiggas splittin in the same position they sittin inWhat sentencin? We got too much BenjaminsWe even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ???Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay backWe use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packsGuns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?*What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rapPlayers got the game trapped, I be the king mackAll my bitches mine til they bring crack.....
Chorus: AZ
Yo yo, big boys play for large sumsStack up, strategise, watch the cons comeIt's all a game, even bitches got their shit tightOn the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip rightIf you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck?Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
Verse Two: AZ (aka Sosa)
What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiendsCourt scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAMGuns bussin, stash house out in FlushingCorruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustinCold nights, handled the streets my whole lifeBack off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sightTravel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skiesShort-i's, so many makin livin off liesAnti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me upIt had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuckHot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop DukeBlock lasoo's, paper player part of my rootsSo what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerelyReally, most rap cats couldn't come near meSo it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yoursFools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws.....
Chorus
Verse Three: Half-A-Mil
Firm offici
