Stick To Ya Gunz

[Intro] Calling the police, calling the G men Calling all americans to war on the underworld All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight [Verse 1: Lil' Fame] Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys The streets keep you p-noid Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in In my crib I heard villains outside blazin' Mad shots was poppin' and, I see visions of droppin' men Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson That's why this Downtown Swinga Ruckus bringer be packin bangers That make your whole shit out of clothes hangers It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin' with these New York Desperados We'll bust open your head like avocados Heavy artillery in my facility For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz [Hook: Teflon & M.O.P.] Yo what up? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! What's the word? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz! [Verse 2: Billy Danze] The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle Nigga, THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!! Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects I ain't gonna be beefin' or eyein' you Silently I move violently Me, ain't no reliable see I been chasin' and lacin' tough guys for days Findin' ways to erase 'em, and place 'em in the grave If it happen the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix And I'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six My kind, on the front line still standin' Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon Holdin' it down it's the drama lord So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fuckin' board Firin' squad, niggas on the run Get props from top notch niggas that ill bill, stick to they guns [Hook: Teflon & M.O.P.] Yo what up? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! What's the word? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz! Yo what up? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! What's the word? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz! [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine Put M-16's in niggas spleens So head for the hills, nigga 'cause when I get ill It's blood spilled for real I aim my fuckin' steel and shoot to kill So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin The biscuit that I'm clutchin' Puffin' like cess but that's the fuckin' dutchman Buckin' at all you sucka cluckin' niggas that want the ruckus We'll be three niggas who's clappin' but we ain't applaudin' you motherfuckers Keep my MAC hid up under back, two shots to crack lids Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen Your whole team is gettin' blown to smithereens Queens on the motherfuckin' map nigga we stay strapped In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back Runnin' with mad sons gunnin' shit up and leave your hit up for the funds Niggas better stick to they guns [Hook: Teflon & M.O.P.] Yo what up? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! What's the word? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz! Yo what up? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! What's the word? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!