Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P - 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 Jake, 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 nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That`s why this +Downtown Swinga+
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
that make your whole shit 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 shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes
We`ll bust open your head like avocadoes
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

Chorus:

Yo what up? Ain`t nothin; is it real? Yeah son
What`s todays mathematics nigga? 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
Nigga, THAT SHIT 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 blaze em in the grave
If it happen the squad`s cappin, I`m in the mix
And i`d rather be touched 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 fuckin board
Firin squad, niggaz on the run
Get props from top notch niggaz 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 niggaz spleens
So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill
it`s blood spilled for real
I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill
So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin
The biscuit that I`m clutchin
Puffin like cess but that`s the fuckin dutchman
Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus
We`ll be three niggaz who`s clappin but we ain`t applaudin you
motherfuckers
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 motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped
In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back
Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds
Niggaz better stick to they guns

Chorus: repeat 2X

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P - 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 Jake, 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 nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson That`s why this +Downtown Swinga+ Ruckus bringa be packin bangers that make your whole shit 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 shit in So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin with these New York Desperadoes We`ll bust open your head like avocadoes Heavy artillery in my facility For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz Chorus: Yo what up? Ain`t nothin; is it real? Yeah son What`s todays mathematics nigga? 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 Nigga, THAT SHIT 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 blaze em in the grave If it happen the squad`s cappin, I`m in the mix And i`d rather be touched 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 fuckin board Firin squad, niggaz on the run Get props from top notch niggaz 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 niggaz spleens So head for the hills, nigga cause when I get ill it`s blood spilled for real I aim my fuckin steel and shoot to kill So grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin The biscuit that I`m clutchin Puffin like cess but that`s the fuckin dutchman Buckin at all you sucka cluckin niggaz that want the ruckus We`ll be three niggaz who`s clappin but we ain`t applaudin you motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin map nigga we stay strapped In fact I let a AK cap push your toupee back Runnin with mad sons gunnin shit up and leave your hit up for the funds Niggaz better stick to they guns Chorus: repeat 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Stick To Ya Gunz: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/19380.html Все тексты песен: M.O.P » M.O.P - Firing Squad » M.O.P - Ante Up (Robbing-Hoodz Theory) » M.O.P - Drama Lord » M.O.P - F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangstas) » M.O.P - Downtown Swinga `98 » M.O.P - Facing Off » M.O.P - Handle UR Bizness » M.O.P - My Kinda Nigga Part II » M.O.P - Down 4 Whateva » M.O.P - To the Death » M.O.P - Dead & Gone (Battle Version) » M.O.P - Follow Instructions » M.O.P - Heistmasters » M.O.P - Roll Call » M.O.P - Top of the Line » M.O.P - Born 2 Kill » M.O.P - How About Some Hardcore » M.O.P - Welcome to Brownsville » M.O.P - Downtown Swinga 96 » M.O.P - Salute Рекомендуем скачать: » Профессор Лебединский - Зато меня любят таксисты » Петр Мамонов, Звуки МУ - Встань пораньше » Пепси - Лови мои поцелуи » Павел Скороходов - Песня о новой русской совести » Планка - Палец-пистолет » Пикник, Эдмунд Шклярский - Танцующие на свечах » Петр Красов - Что-то с нами случилось... » Павел Кашин - Любовь » Парк Горького, Gorky Park - Politics of love » Песни из мультфильмов - Дед Мороз и лето » Песни из мультфильмов - По следам Бременских музыкантов » Павел Кашин - Гора » Петр Федчун - Об экстрасенсах » Песни из мультфильмов - Следопыт » Песни из мультфильмов - Паровозик из Ромашкова » Пеп-си - Три звезды » Премьер-министр - 2 минуты » Павел Кашин - Птичка » Пеп-си - Любовь, любовь » Павел Кашин - Ступай
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