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GangStarr - Who Got Gunz (Feat. Fat Joe & M.O.. - text

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[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

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