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Farm Dogs - Who Got Gunz lyrics
[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!)
 Crazy ill, man rowdyFarm Dogs - Who Got Gunz - http://motolyrics.com/farm-dogs/who-got-gunz-lyrics.html
 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











