Stick to Ya Gunz

Stick to Ya Gunz -M.O.P.

Written by ：C.Martin/E.Murry/J.Grinnage/Kool G Rap

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 illside of town with this B-Boy

Watch out for Jakes snakes and decoys the streets keep you P-noid

Every day'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 villains outside blazin'

Mad shots was poppin'and I see visions of droppin'men

Five minutes later some ni**a was sprawled out on hopkinson

That's why this downtown swinga

Ruckus bringa be packin'bangers

That make your whole sh*t 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 sh*t in

So keep ya gun breezed for f**kin'

With these New York desperadoes

We'll bust open your head like avocados

Heavy artillery in my facility

For you snake a**ones I stick to my gunz

Yo what up ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays mathematics ni**a stick to ya gunz

What's the word ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays knowledge of self stick to ya gunz

The most beautifullest thing in the world

Is a fo'-fo'Desert Eagle ni**a that sh*t is Diesel

Lethal hollow point slugs plunge 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 and old reliable see

I been chasin'and lacin'tough guys for days

Findin'ways to erase 'em and place 'em in the grave

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

And I'd rather be judged 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 f**kin'board

Firin'squad niggaz on the run

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

Yo what up ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays mathematics ni**a stick to ya gunz

What's the word ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays knowledge of self stick to ya gunz

Yo what up ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays mathematics ni**a stick to ya gunz

What's the word ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays knowledge of self stick to ya gunz

Aiyyo I represents Queens on crime scenes

A murder machine put M-16's in niggaz spleens

So head for the hills ni**a cause

When I get ill it's blood spilled for real

I aim my f**kin'steel and shoot to kill

So grab your body shield get ready for the duckin'

The biscuit that I'm clutchin'

Puffin'like cess but that's the f**kin'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 motherf**kers keep my mack hid up under back

Two shots to crack lids ain't gotta go rush

To toys R U's to get you cabbage patch kid

Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen

Your whole team is gettin'blown to smithereens

Queens on the motherf**kin'map ni**a we stay strapped

In fact I let a Ak cap push your toupee back

Runnin'with mad sons gunnin'sh*t up

And leave you hit up for the funds

Niggaz better stick to they guns

Yo what up ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays mathematics ni**a stick to ya gunz

What's the word ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays knowledge of self stick to ya gunz

Yo what up ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays mathematics ni**a stick to ya gunz

What's the word ain't nothin'is it real yeah son

What's todays knowledge of self stick to ya gunz

Ya gunz

You make motherf**k to you

Get on stick your only gunz

Only gunz

Stick stick stick

You know f**k stick you know f**k stick