Stick To Ya Gunz

Intro (sampled):

Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld

All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight

Verse One: Lil' Fame

Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jakes, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villians outside blazin
Mad shots was poppin and, I see visions of droppin men
Five minutes later some nigg* was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this +Downtown Swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole s**t out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya s**t in
So keep ya gun breezed for fkin with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake as* ones I stick to my gunz

Chorus:

Yo what up? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays mathematics nigg*? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What's todays knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!

Verse Two: Billy Danze

The most beautifullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle
nigg*, THAT s**t IS DIESEL!!
Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any object
Squeeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projects
I ain't gonna be beefin or eyein you
Silently I move violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin and lacin tough guys for days
Findin ways to erase em, and place em in the grave
If it happen the squad's cappin, I'm in the mix
And i'd rather be judged by twelve, than laid by six
My kind, on the front line still standin
Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannon
Holdin it down it's the drama lord
So you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fkin board
Firin squad, on the run
Get props from top notch that ill bill, stick to they guns

Chorus: repeat 2X

Verse Three: Kool G. Rap

Aiyyo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machine
Put M-16's in spleens
So head for the hills, nigg* cause when I get ill
it's blood spilled for real
I aim my fkin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the duckin
The biscuit that I'm clutchin
Puffin like cess but that's the fkin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin that want the ruckus
We'll be three who's clappin but we ain't applaudin you motherfkers
Keep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lids
Ain't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch Kids
Once I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seen,
Your whole team is gettin blown to smithereens
Queens on the motherfkin map nigg* we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin s**t up and leave you hit up for the funds
better stick to they guns

Chorus: repeat 2X