Gunz In Da Air Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone-n-noreaga

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's 

Now they stuck with them handguns 

I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome 

I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most 

I'm kinda illy with the hands, but I'm iller with toast 

My guns go pow, so how you like me now? 

Been in your hood, niggaz ain't that gangsta 

Yeah y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or not? 

Or we can go to Iraq on M.U. block 

I have my pitbulls tear you up 

I have my lil' homies in the hood, come and just, scare you up 

You don't be in the hood, you a weak-ass clown 

And when you come through, you have your niggaz holdin' you down 

And when I hold heat I just hold it for delf 

Why ask a nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself? 

I keep my gun by my dick so I can touch myself 

[Chorus] 

It go guns in the air, guns in the air 

Us thugged out niggaz keep our guns in the air 

Guns in the air, guns in the air 

Us M.U. niggaz keep our guns in the air, what? 

'Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog 

'Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog 

Aiyyo guns in the air, guns in the air 

Us grimy-ass niggaz keep our guns in the air, what? 

Yo, I keep chapped lips, I smoke Persian blunts 

I used to shop in Albee Square.. 

But now I shop in Queens, I tell my niggaz I'll be here 

On M.U. block yo cause I don't care 

With my nigga Mike (?) blow 'dro through the sunroof 

Jeckyll'n'Hyde and purple haze 

And I still be in Brooklyn, and party with Maze 

I got a ghetto pass, yo and still I let the metal blast 

Click click click, niggaz is assed 

We Thugged Out, them niggaz that'll steal your stash 

If you a bitch, yo we niggaz that'll slap your ass 

Whattup cliqua? We can be lah, M-A 

And stab these niggaz up, no problem-a 

And leave 'em leaked out, stab him in his ass have a cheek out 

Have 'em trapped in the room, can't sneak out 

With a sign on the door, that say keep out 

[Chorus] 

Yo I made a song about "he'd" and now bitches love me 

They knowin' they can give me head but they can't fuck me 

I ran trains for Nino, even my old C.O. 

I even ran trains with my A&R Gino 

Sometimes, I drink Smirnoff without no juice 

And I'ma ride for my niggaz, Baby D and Dukes 

Thugged Out and M.U., we just tripled our troops 

We added more niggaz, and gave 'em gats and boots 

And for the niggaz that bend down get minks and goose 

See me, I'm not greedy, not at all 

Hit me at the office, yo 2-1-2, 5-6-3, 8-4-8-4 

So why y'all niggaz gon' wait for, runnin' out of state for? 

Money faulty, why you wanna cop an eight for? 

Been through, too much drama and too much war 

Hurryin, for so long, now it's time to score, it go 

[Chorus] 

Gangsta we just thugs we just hustlers.. M.U. what? 

We just gangstaz we just thugs we just hustlers M.U. what? 

Has been nigga