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M.O.P.

"Stick To Ya Gunz"

[Intro]
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

[Lil' Fame]
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday'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 villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some n*gga 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*ckin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

[Hook]
Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics n*gga? 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!

[Billy Danze]
The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
n*gga, THAT sh*t IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust 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, ain't no 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*ckin board
Firin squad, n*ggas on the run
Get props from top notch n*ggas that ill bill, stick to they guns

[Hook x2]

[Kool G. Rap]
Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in n*ggas spleens
So head for the hills, n*gga cause when I get ill
It's blood spilled for real
I aim my f*ckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the f*ckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin n*ggas that want the ruckus
We'll be three n*ggas who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherf*ckers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
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*ckin map n*gga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin sh*t up and leave your hit up for the funds
n*ggas better stick to they guns

[Hook x2]

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