Throw Your Guns Lyrics - The Firm

Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper 

As long as we all see dough... 

Yo yo, big boys play for large sums 

Even bitches got their shit tight 

If you wit us, throw your guns up 

What the fuck? 

Firm affilli cock your shit back and bust 

You acquire the knowledge 

my brainwaves cause riots in college 

Science scholar 

in this world of violence and dollas 

Firm rappin' god 

from the projects, it ain't hard 

From medicaid cards 

to platinum cards 

my click is that large 

to get they dick licked, and back massaged 

by rich chicks, who rock Versace bras 

in the drop, watchin' the stars 

Yo, the conquest is ours 

Mission accomplished 

shittin' on Congress 

Benz whip with a 6, on this ectylean tons 

When I appear reptilians run 

Firm affilions 

Willions 

exile your team, like Indians 

Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentleys in 

the same streets you can't get a penny in 

All my real shootout niggas hear me when 

Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians 

calicos spittin' in 

Niggas splittin' in 

the same position they sittin' in 

What sentencin'? 

We got too much benjamins 

We even got triple six I E M plastic currency with chip in em 

Images of Clinton in 

My niggas lay back 

We used to pump a g, now we pump 100k packs 

Guns aimed at 

destroy your whole world like k mat 

What part of the game's that? 

The curse, my hot verse is flame rap 

Players got the game trapped 

I be the king mack 

On my bitches' mind till they brain crack 

Yo yo, big boys play for large sums 

Stack up, strategize, watch the cards come 

It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight 

On the scene, 18, suckin' dick right 

You sick right? 

If you wit us, throw your guns up 

What the fuck? 

Firm afilli, cock your shit back and bust 

What? 

From NY to New Orleans 

we all fiends 

Court scenes 

flashbacks of kidnaps before cream 

Guns bustin' 

Stash house out in Flushing 

Corruption 

killer mental, it's foul adjustin' 

Cold nights 

ran through the streets my whole life 

Back and forth, kikes 

focus for niggas who lost sight 

Travel thought wise 

beyond light years, way across skies 

Short eye 

so many make a livin' off lies 

Ante up 

Hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up 

and have me stuck 

After this session, I plan to fuck 

Hot pursuit 

A real splittin' image of Pop Duke 

Rock lasoos 

paper play a part of my roots 

So what ya gross yearly? 

I play this game so sincerely 

Really 

most rap cats couldn't come near me 

So it's either or 

Peter pay Paul, you and yours 

Fools and fours 

regulate life through rules and laws 

Big boys play for large sums 

Stack up, strategize, watch the cards come 

It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight 

On the scene, 18, suckin' dick right 

You sick right? 

If you wit us, throw your guns up 

What the fuck? 

Firm afilli, cock your shit back and bust 

Firm official 850 I 

burnin' pistol, black Magnum PI 

Mack VI 

Willy hat, half beehive 

wise guy 

'95 

I, look in my eye 

Praisin' Allah 

Project aimin' raw 

Greatest star Agbar 

pushin' a hot car 

Shark Bar 

Private engagement 

live entertainment 

I grab mics and I explain it 

How I went from the vines of the brainless 

To the minds of the wise and the famous 

Niggas wives admire the guys in Ranges 

Take off their wedding rings 

to give head to the king 

It's just a cheddar thing 

Amaretta, Armani leather thing 

We into better things 

like wettin' the brains 

Jumpin' outta stretches with minks 

crime connected with link 

Up in the club buyin' drinks 

bitches eyin' the sphinx 

Hustla haters hate us, my guns say fuck what they think 

Plus I copped a Hummer this summer, with a button up mink