[Fat Joe]
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Yeah uh, Gang Starr
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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 11's, about eight .38's
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Nine .9's, Mac 10's
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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 with this twin
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Niggas yelling 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 cause I'm cocky
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An arrogant fuck, wave "Hi" when they watch me
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Can't stop me every time official
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Better find my residuals or this nine gonna 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 scorching 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 things 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 thinking 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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You got, we got, they got (GUNS!)
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Crazy ill, mad rowdy
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I gots it locked
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Bringing the noise, bringing the funk, pop the glock
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But only if you feel this shit
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You got, we got, they got (GUNS!)
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Crazy ill, mad rowdy
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I gots it locked
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Bringing the noise, bringing the funk
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You know that your through, done, finished.
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[Guru]
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Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun
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I'm trying to cop some more property and a case of them guns
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Sick society's got Guru protecting 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 you meek
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I'll trey 8 your meat faggot vacate the streets
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Gang Starr, 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 gasping
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You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket
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Call us savage bastards using 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 neck jerk
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My marksman on 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 throwing down on the grounds that I'm average
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Can I hear it 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 boss man's a bitch
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We taking over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)
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Doing underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen
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You fraud, you're moving 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 motherfucking 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
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Gang Starr |