| Kurupt:Uh, PG
| Verse 1: Peter Gunz
| I walk holdin my balls,
| About an inch from the wall,
| Keep hips hypnotized as if
| My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in,
| Nigga keep a headlock,
| Trust Gunz with your wife?
| Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,
| Peas don't eevr doubt it,
| >From here to New Orleans,
| I'll improve 'em, bout it bout it,
| When a days I do a Michael,
| To the days of being jailed,
| Class with thoughts that kept
| My fresh mind stale,
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| Bridge: Peter Gunz and Kurupt
| Now, who you know
| With the New York,
| that keeps a brother respect
| >From California like I'm
| Snoop Doggy Dogg?
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| Peter Gunz:
| Well, I'm Pete gunny Gunz,
| For plenty ammo ammo,
| Shove this pipe in yo wife,
| And watch her voice hit soprano,
| I got rhymes, cock mine,
| Just shits naughty gimmick,
| That nigga that raps about it
| But he do it in a minute,
| Got schemes that'll break yo wealth,
| Break yo health,
| You see me comin nigga,
| Just break yourself, (break yourself)
| A bronx tails like deniro
| The girl call me, "hero",
| Bust a kids' in the mouth in a 15-0-0,
| Playas play on,
| Hatas hate on,
| Put my weight on,
| Hit yo bitch off,
| And then I skate on,
| Lay on, me,
| Nigags can't touch this,
| Try to rush this? (shit)
| Fuck this,
| Get the fuck out of here, (you know what I'm sayin?)
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| Chorus: Kurupt
| This is for my niggas,
| Holdin down the street,
| Sellin guns hand to hand,
| Under massive heat,
| Cause a nigga got to do,
| What he gots to do,
| So if you that type of nigga,
| Then it's just for you,
| All my guns,
| Swingin niggas from L.A.To New York,
| Who ain't havin it?Let the picture spray
| And we talk,
| Cause a nigga got to do,
| What he gots to do,
| So if you that type of nigga,
| Then it's just for you
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| Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz
| This is the facsimile,
| You bout to get that ass faxed,
| This is simple,
| And beat with bast,
| I got a little somethin somethin,
| For all you cats,
| And all you fleas,
| And all you Cs, (all y'all)
| Midnight dark,
| Cock back the spark,
| It starts sparkin,
| And everything's dark,
| And I know where them niggas is at,
| There they go,
| Gettin hit like, "Where the homies at?
| Where they go?"
| Yeah nigga,
| Left all alone in the zone,
| Where heads are flown back,
| Bone flown in the zone,
| Terrors, dripemental,
| Tight and gigantic,
| Titanium, Subterrainium,
| Titanic, it's all loose,
| Vanish and run 'em down, (what?)
| Peter Gun and the down,
| Full pound, full round,
| Tariq stack the pockets of his pants,
| Rob a fringah, (what?)
| That's what you get
| For fucking with niggas with
| Sticky Fingaz, (yeah, yeah)
| I though about it,
| And naw, I don't doubt it,
| Might get us,
| But don't fuck with us,
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| Verse 3: Peter Gunz:
| Gunz (7x)
| Movin and groovin
| And showin (fade)
| Ay yo I blast in the door,
| Everybody get the fuck down,
| Anybody move is gettin fucked down,
| Kurupt pull the truck round,
| Blindfolded gag these niggas,
| Grab these niggas,
| They move bodybag these niggas,
| That's when they start bitchin,
| Like, "he said it, and he said it",
| What the funny shit about it (yo)
| They both gettin get it,
| Do you head it?
| It's a lot fish,
| You might see the Titanic,
| In this gigantic,
| But you're dead nigga in
| Five minutes
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| Verse 4: Lord Tariq
| Ay yo Gunz,I bust him in the mouth,
| Give him new meaning to
| "Bite the bullet",
| If he flips, I won't think,
| I react just pull it,
| Got to take 22 full clips,
| Cock it back to you,
| Next silly you,
| I'm killin you,
| You gettin blessed by the L-O,
| Say hello to my big partner,
| Yo with this heavy metal,
| I'm a rock ya,
| I tell yo fuckin block, bring your guns,
| Ya bring your goons,
| And I'm killin all 9 of y'all motherfuckers,
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| Chorus
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| Lord Tariq:
| Ay yo I see 9 niggas,
| I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low,
| Niggas know me from
| Robbin spots,
| Better be get my rec on,
| Got my vest on,
| My shit is reinforced,
| Stick enough to stop Teflon,
| They got about a key,
| In the corner,
| They sittin in a 3,
| In a quarter,
| On the way of the manslaughter,
| So I approach the man,
| The keys to the car, cash and the coke,
| Get the fuck on the floor,
| Or get smoked motherfucker, |
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