Fat Joe - Who Got Gunz lyrics

[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 sh** never end Even if the apple won't spin I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin n***as yelling out the window, Joe's at it again But this ba*tard's got lawyers Keep him outta the pen I mean feds wanna knock me just cause I'm co*ky An arrogant f** 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 co*k 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 n***a we got guns Big ones, extra large heat Humongous sh** 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 b**h Bang with the Wallace Fitzroy this n***a you ain't loco You're bu*tocks, big boy Your heart pumps Sunoco Brownsville deep in my genes I show you bad boy for real Keep thinking sh** is Peaches and Cream We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down Gun ya down, guns sing like Bilal Raise up co*k pon my biscuit for my n***a 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 sh** 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 f** 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 f*ggot 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, b**h you'll chew on dust Slow d**h, no breath, hollows have you gasping You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket Call us savage ba*tards using all means necessary It's only customary It's you we got to bury We'll dead your h*mo 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 ni**a It's always some sh** 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 b**h We taking over these bricks Doing underhanded sh**, I'll shoot you in your abdomen You fraud, you're moving like a broad with this f*ggot sh** And you deserve a hole In the back of your motherf**ing head the doctor can't fix On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers Spit one in your whip and flip your sh** over Keep in mind whatever the nine spit It's only as good as the n***a behind it b**h We got guns