DJ Whoo Kid - Gunz Come Out lyrics

[Hook] Y'all n***as know (What-what y'all n***as know?) Know what I'm about (Y'all n***as know) f** with my dough (What-what y'all n***as know?) Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) [Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm f**ing crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a n***a head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a n***a money long You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown You go against the grain, p**y and you on your own You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins Blue still in the range, I'm doing my thang The semi-auto spray, run if you get away We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day n***a play with the bread, get a hole in ya head You touch a dime of mine thug and your a** dead [Hook] [Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hat low, n***as don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress Hard n***as finna soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once he keep fighting, f** it just keep cutting 'em It's real k**a instinct, k** or be k**ed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel f** around and get your cap peeled, n***a you know the drill Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed 'em too n***a welcome to the jungle, New York, New York Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk Look homie, I'm cool with some Bloods, I'm cool with some Crips I'm cool but if there's a problem, n***a I got extra clips I don't know karate, but I split the bricks I don't love 'em lover boy, we can share a b**h [Hook] [Verse 3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumba** wanna tussle AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled Scope, infrared, run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your a**, hit ya back, then your head Contract k**a, murder for the scrilla Search, find a n***a, run up behind a n***a Shoot car windows out to flatline a n***a Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, n***a are you ready No exception to the rule, d**h is promised Plus I just bought my n***as new Macs and llamas Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you One phone call and n***as will exterminate you No future f**ing with me, there's no tomorrow n***as'll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows [Hook]