Who Got Guns Lyrics

Who Got Guns lyrics

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!)