Snug Brim - Gunz Will Bust lyrics

[Snug Brim] I know you know this is Kansas City where n***a life don't mean sh** So step to me and immediatly get ya dome split I pack heat for days, run streets wit K's and hollows On the concrete ya saved, you made the pill no swallow You never thought tommorrow You'd see me beamed up off I'm down wit a pump Searchin for the n***as on a hunt Jerkin on the trigga when I dump Its not a game dude my k**as will mangle Anything in my range fool, when hatin' get flame move We play the same rules, bustin out thirty-two shots Lookin to murda ya block, they neva heard of you shot Them come and servin you, Snug Brimm get the flashin Innocent til I'm provin guilty, Snug Brimm get the blastin And f** the homicide charge I got the Exposito A mob figga, plus a lawyer and do work for kilos You know the steelo, real n***as neva talk Just listen this Duece sh** comin wit heat up out the kitchen [Tech N9ne] Rough n***as in the street will bust for the bread in me Duece 57 Street and seven duece be packin heat Punks get the f** away from we 'Fore we buckin the, mothaf**in G-U-N-Z [Hook] Mr. Stinky & (Tech N9ne) They dont want f** wit us (When I believe I will die) They dont want f** wit us (Many hatas wanna try) As watch out gunz will bust (Real n***as run the streets wit they gats up) (Everything got and hoes gettin snatched up) [Hollow Tip] If you my enemy, my energy, Yo' rhymes is elemantary Get lost in penetentiary when I begin the century So mention me, and I'mma heat this track up If its a hundred of you demons I suggest you f**in back up I will mack up, don't slack up, I'mma act up wrong Any muthaf**a that think he got his clown suit on Step on, destroy ya mind you wastin' ya time Cuz when I spit a f**in rhyme, I got a million in line Now listen to me, a b**h to do, nicknamin me Hollow Tip When I spittin off clips betta k** yo click And I'll ya brain if you can't maintain Betta slow ya roll boy, really hungry ain't no ho boy Lets just show boy, and ya know boy that I whoop yo a** like whoa boy You a decoy, I'm the real thang I'm the genius, you a pea brain Get pissed on, and whipped on, so who you talkin sh** on I'mma spit on, any n***as spirit that step to me Tryin to take my soul from under me But I got a life time warranty [Skatterman] Its Skatterman came consistently dirty From K.C. we're in the drought we pay fifty for birdies Pack is short I call Snug and just give him the word he Take ya faith before he tell on me they get him for burndry Hustlas shoot sh**, rob sh**, blue sh** Hardcore convicts, mob sh**, you snitch, k** em below ticks New sh**, knew sh**, knew we crossin the color lines Nuff money, nuff weed, make a tought n***a color blind We ran for curb servers then hop in and out of cars Ran for cash wit third murders then hop in and out of bars D12, Strange Music, Rougue Dogs, Regime Duece Click, Dough Boys, Young Gunz, same team Same beams, n***as that'll split ya cherry Vigilantes muthaf**a plus permits to carry b**h you scary, f** you and that b**h you married Cross anyone I named that sh**'ll get you barried [Tech N9ne] Rough n***as in the street will bust for the bread in me Duece 57 Street and seven duece be packin heat Punks get the f** away from we 'Fore we buckin the, mothaf**in G-U-N-Z [Hook] [Tech N9ne] It's all out war for the punks Funk finna jump chumps get a lump When I dump tunks for the biuncs Gump wanna thump over pumps in a bump Rumps get it crunk when I skunk runts I'mma monk What you bunk n***as want f** what you thunk you sunk in a trunk fu*k THAT, we done heard and took enough crap Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps I'mma tryna touch scrath, and bring my hell to party And for the last time motherf** Vell Bakardy You cannot rap wit me scrap wit me n***a to the back of me Catastrophe hit you sh**s ragedy it had to be this Tragedy sh**, s** it up don't be mad at me b**h I'm glad to be rich you gets none wit that f*ggoty bits I'mma a ex poppin, shroom droppin, rock 'n roll star Youz a, no coppin hoes stalkin drunk and a old fart Its a shame, think you quick but you heard we flow quicka Plus the b**hes don't want to f** a black herpe nosed n***a THIS IS IT Y'ALL Dump this p**y of in a pit dog No stackin in hip hop it must not be his nitch y'all So take the chicken exit, Tech Ninnas whats up Next time grown folks talk you shut the f** up b*tch