Stick To Ya Gunz Lyrics - M.o.p.

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 

Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this be 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 villians 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 bring 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 Desperadoes 

We'll bust open your head like avocadoes 

Heavy artillery in my facility 

For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz 

[Chorus] 

Yo what up? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son 

What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz! 

What's the word? Ain't nothin' is it real? Yeah son 

What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz! 

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 blaze em in the grave 

If it happen the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix 

And i'd rather be touched 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, niggaz on the run 

Get props from top notch niggaz that ill bill, stick to they guns 

[Chorus: x2] 

Ah-yo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine 

Put M-16's in niggaz 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 niggaz that want the ruckus 

We'll be three niggaz who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfuckers 

Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids 

Ain't gotta go rush to Toys are 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 

Niggaz better stick to they guns 

[Chorus: x2]