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!