Styles P - Guns Up lyrics

{Hey Mario!} [Styles P] Straws let's go n***a Vinny Idol on the track [Straw] Aiyyo I tell n***as blow me quick f** the best bulletproof my tints, window down when my Ruger spit Yeah you f**in with a Arliss n***a One in the head, 16 in the cartridge n***a And, you can have a team but regardless n***a You might f** with e'rybody else but not this n***a Cause I heat the beef up like Foreman's Plus I let the streetsweeper Air n***as out like Jordans Catch me in the lot with D-Block gorillas For green I tie you up 'til God cut off your fingers The mausberg handle give 'em brain contusions Two trey slugs do the brain removin I don't give a f** about a D, ask P Straw run in your house a quarter past 3 Straw run at the house with all your crack ki's Just for the love of my n***as, you other cats bleed [Hook: Straw] Guns up, foes down Straw and the Ghost when it goes down, vest and a fo'-pound We don't give a f** about the law when we blast off Get the cash, do the dash with the masks off [Styles P] So all y'all blow my co*k No security, the show don't stop It's goin down then the fo' gon' pop Yeah you f**in with a co*ky n***a Run up your face like them steps on Rocky n***a And you gon' need a mask like a hockey n***a Might f** with e'rybody else but not me n***a Cause I hold up your paper like thumbtacks And I got knife game like Jigga, retire and come back Catch me comin through with Team Arliss n***a For green I leave blood on the carpet n***a And you can't get it up, with a stain remover The four-four long is the brain remover I don't give a f** about the law, ask Straw Most rappers is whack and got a gla** jaw Load up the gun, I show you what the mask for (I'll show you) D-Block b**h, that's n***as that blast fours [Hook] [Straw] Aiyyo Straw be in your house with his guns drawn The nine milli fire 'til I'm sure that a lung gone Try and do the stealth work, settin the car bomb Detonators target activatin the cell phone It's Arliss, we be in the hood puttin work in daily Meditate with the Ghost 'til my eyes is hazy Red Jag convertible, black 380 Intentions to murder get the cash and I'm Swayze Lost in the virgin Isle, never see a day of trial Do away with the witness, be a man girl or child Ain't a soul seperatin Straw from his profits Frustrated when it's on I'm the one with the rockets I don't give a f** about a D, ask P Until I'm buried in shells, I'm where the cash be Probably buried in L's, the haze and hash weed Need more than forensics, tryin to catch me - it's on [Hook] {*gun blast*}