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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,
nigg* keep a headlock,
Trust Gunz with your wife?
Motherfker 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,

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?

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, c*ck mine,
Just naughty gimmick,
That nigg* 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 nigg*,
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 b*tch off,
And then I skate on,
Lay on, me,
Nigags can't touch this,
Try to rush this? (s**t)
fk this,
Get the fk out of here, (you know what I'm sayin?)

Chorus: Kurupt
This is for my ,
Holdin down the street,
Sellin guns hand to hand,
Under massive heat,
Cause a nigg* got to do,
What he gots to do,
So if you that type of nigg*,
Then it's just for you,
All my guns,
Swingin from L.A.To New York,
Who ain't havin it?Let the picture spray
And we talk,
Cause a nigg* got to do,
What he gots to do,
So if you that type of nigg*,
Then it's just for you

Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz
This is the facsimile,
You bout to get that as* 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,
c*ck back the spark,
It starts sparkin,
And everything's dark,
And I know where them is at,
There they go,
Gettin hit like, "Where the homies at?
Where they go?"
Yeah nigg*,
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 fking with with
Sticky Fingaz, (yeah, yeah)
I though about it,
And naw, I don't doubt it,
Might get us,
But don't fk with us,

Verse 3: Peter Gunz:
Gunz (7x)
Movin and groovin
And showin (fade)
Ay yo I blast in the door,
Everybody get the fk down,
Anybody move is gettin fked down,
Kurupt pull the truck round,
Blindfolded gag these ,
Grab these ,
They move bodybag these ,
That's when they start moaning,
Like, "he said it, and he said it",
What the funny s**t 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 nigg* in
Five minutes

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,
c*ck 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 fkin block, bring your guns,
Ya bring your goons,
And I'm killin all 9 of y'all motherfkers,

Chorus

Lord Tariq:
Ay yo I see 9 ,
I got 9 shots, I gots to stay low,
know me from
Robbin spots,
Better be get my rec on,
Got my vest on,
My s**t 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 fk on the floor,
Or get smoked motherfker,
Starin at the trees on my trucker,
Jumped in the 3, I hit a bruptner,
I must've been doing about 80,
Some gave chasin a Mercedes,
I'm laughin, (haha)
c*cked my nine, and start blastin,
Six to the chest,
For being swift with the tongue,
Now you use a garbage bag,
For a lung,
You can't fk with a gun,
I've been in this game since '81,
Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz y'all done

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