[Fat Joe]
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yeah uh, GangStarr
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Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, haha come on
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living legends, ya heard me?
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yeah uh yo uh
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I got seven Mac 11s about eight .38
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Nine nines, Mac 10s
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man this shit never end
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Even if the apple won't spin
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I reach in my back pocket and blast you and his twin
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Niggaz yellin out the window "Joe's at it again"
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But this bastard's got lawyers, keep him outta the pen
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I mean feds wanna knock me just cuz I'm cocky
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An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me
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Can't stop me everytime official
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Better find my residuals or this nine gon' lift you
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"He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured
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Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures
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And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock
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Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got
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We walk the scorchin blocks with the hawk on top
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Even if the old ladies love to call the cops
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I got guns
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[Lil' Fame]
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You got, he got, they got
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M dot, O dot, P my nigga we got guns
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Big ones, extra large heat
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Humongous shit that won't fit up under your car seat
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Pop in a heart beat
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Keep the cannon in my reach
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Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach
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We keep them damn thangs full of hollows
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And I'm from Christopher bitch, bang with the Wallace
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Fit raw this nigga you ain't loco
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You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco
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Brownsville deep in my genes
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I show you +bad boy+ for real, keep thinkin shit is +Peaches and Cream+
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We'll run you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down
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Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow
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Raise up cock pot my biscuit for my nigga O.G. had quick shit
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We got guns
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[Hook]
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We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)
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Crazy ill, man rowdy
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I gots it locked
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Bringin the noise, bringin the funk, pop the lock
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But only if you feel this shit
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We got, we got, they got (GUNS!)
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Crazy ill, man rowdy
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I gots it locked
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Bringin the noise, bringin the funk
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[Guru]
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Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun
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I'm tryna cop some more property and in case of them guns
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Sick society's got Guru protectin his fam
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Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan
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Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak
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You're too dumb to play your position so unique
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I'll trade 'way your meat faggot vacate the streets
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GangStarr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep
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And even if you had a thought to move on us
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Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust
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Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gaspin
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You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket
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Call us savage bastards usin all means necessary
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It's only customary
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It's you we got to bury
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We'll dead your homo thug network
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Head shots make your head jerk
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Mylock's been in the roof, he's an expert
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[Billy Danze]
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Who got a problem? It's already been established
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I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage
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Still throwin down on the grounds that I'm average
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Can I hear for a gangster? YEAH NIGGA
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It's always some shit but it's always a clip
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to re-route your doubts and see what you about
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Your homeboy's a snitch and your bossman's a bitch
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We takin over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)
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Doin underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen
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You fraud, you're movin like a broad with this faggot shit
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And you deserve a hole
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in the back of your motherfuckin head the doctor can't fix
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on the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
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Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over
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Keep in mind whatever the nine spit
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It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch
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We got guns
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Who Got Gunz (Featuring Fat Joe & M.O.P.)
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| Gang Starr |
