Who Got Guns lyrics

Artist  : Gang Starr 
Song : Who Got Guns



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														   feat. Fat Joe, M.O.P.

[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



[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!)