Get Yo Guns Songtext

von Lloyd Banks

Make that money fuck it if a nigga act funny
Go get yo guns
Chop it, shocked it that a nigga tried to butt in on the profit
Then go get you guns
Keep your money in your pocket nigga don't chase no bitch chase the paper, and the bitches come
So go find a way to, get you some

It ain't hard to see ya
The way you and your clique packed in
Nigga my trunk big enough to shoot craps in
If you a og how I admire you when you back when
When I ride through the bitches say ohh that's him
I'll be on album 10 when them boys blow up
Your doors go out my doors go up, nigga what
The old chevy with then punk grey leather dash
I jet past like mash and I never crash
I do it for the corner and the liquor spot
This is what came outta the kush and swisher box
I'm from where the kids diss the cops
And if your wrists is rocked
You gotta walk around with the glock
My calm tune got your sister hot
Jealousy I'l get ya shot
Pretty good lawyer ta get ya shot
The real niggas know this is hot
They holler what up, ain't shit, same boat different dock
If I went out the new shit your lip id drop
Nah, I ain't just a star I'm a dipper awk
Take a picture stop, now picture this
The best niggas out will I be on that list
Queens days and harlem nights
On that Bacardi white
I grind hard and shine like Ferrari lights
You niggas hardly nice, I should take a bow
They probly mimicking my shit right now