Who Got Gunz Lyrics - Gangstarr

[Fat Joe] 

yeah uh, GangStarr 

Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on 

living legends, ya heard me? 

yeah uh yo uh 

I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38 

Nine nines, Mac 10s 

man this shit never end 

Even if the apple won't spin 

I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin 

Niggaz yellin out the window Joe's at it again 

But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen 

I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky 

An arrogant fuck, wave Hi when they watch me 

Can't stop me everytime official 

Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you 

He was a fine individual what the papers scriptured 

Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures 

And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock 

Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got 

We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top 

Even if the old ladies love to call the cops 

I got guns 

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[Lil' Fame] 

You got, he got, they got 

M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns 

Big ones, extra large heat 

Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat 

Pop in a heart beat 

Keep the cannon in my reach 

Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach 

We keep them damn thangs full of hollows 

And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace 

Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco 

You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco 

Brownsville deep in my genes 

I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+ 

We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down 

Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow 

Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit 

We got guns 

[Hook] 

We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) 

Crazy ill, man rowdy 

I gots it locked 

Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock 

But only if you feel this shit 

We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) 

Crazy ill, man rowdy 

I gots it locked 

Bringin the noise, bringin the funk 

[Guru] 

Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun 

I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns 

Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam 

Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan 

Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak 

You're too dumb to play your position so unique 

I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets 

GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep 

And even if you had a thought to move on us 

Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust 

Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin 

You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket 

Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary 

It's only customary 

It's you we got to bury 

We'll dead your homo thug network 

Head shots make your head jerk 

Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert 

[Billy Danze] 

Who got a problem? It's already been established 

I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage 

Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average 

Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA 

It's always some shit but it's always a clip 

to re-route your doubts and see what you about 

Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch 

We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?) 

Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen 

You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit 

And you deserve a hole 

in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix 

on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers 

Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over 

Keep in mind whatever the nine spit 

It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch 

We got guns!