Cock the Gun

Lyrics

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] You know this shit be so great, when I successfully import shipments Of Coke [?] nigga Deliveries in any weather, from Columbia to Cuba, even way from Venezuela Now you niggas better know, you better believe this shit is groovey With connects like A-Z, from the Paid In Full movie I run the strip, run the block, I be the king of what I do I toat a clip, toat a Glock, sware I'm coming for your crew Keep the woods up in my sock, [?] pockets filled with [?] Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] No need to question how a nigga put it down Bundle up a couple bricks, then I bounce right out of town And I hold onto my paper, and I continue with balling Go to sleep and dream, and start hearing the voice of the fiends calling Grab a siv [?] measureing the baking soda and the coca And give a fiend a taste, until a [?] blend us over Set up shop, then I toat the mack Bundle up my stacks Couple minutes, fiends spread the word, the king of coke is back Hustle when the sun is up and goes down, the sky is black It's when the fiends lerk in droves, when I champion the crack Now the strip is getting heavy,, you know the bubble can't stop Fiends drewling by the spot, with a line around the block Every day my palm itch, getting dough is my fetish Love the way the fiends come back to get it 24 hour C.P.S., [?] [?] I'ma spell it out, welcome to my crack [?] [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] You know this shit be so great, when I successfully import shipments Of Coke [?] nigga Deliveries in any weather, from Columbia to Cuba, even way from Venezuela Now you niggas better know, you better believe this shit is groovey With connects like A-Z, from the Paid In Full movie I run the strip, run the block, I be the king of what I do I toat a clip, toat a Glock, sware I'm coming for your crew Keep the woods up in my sock, [?] pockets filled with [?] Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot [Verse 2: Spliff Star] Coming up as a younging, I can say I lived a hard life Chose my own path, fast cash for that hard white Ran away from home, never listened when my parents talk Additude rude, I was quick to let the hammers off 24 hour ustle, moving them O's Kept the gun in my waist, dipped in camouflage clothes Yeah, making blood money, nigga, different from the blue suits My mind on my money, kept me dipping in the new coupe Killers on my team, everybody cock, aim, shoot Leave your ass layed out, surrounded by them plain suits My shit's organized, more like imortalized Day or night, hustle anytime, I deliver pies 1-800 heavenly, the hard white We on the block, getting gwop, nigga, day or night The guns tucked, you little fucks better get it right The guns tucked, you little fucks better get it right [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] You know this shit be so great, when I successfully import shipments Of Coke [?] nigga Deliveries in any weather, from Columbia to Cuba, even way from Venezuela Now you niggas better know, you better believe this shit is groovey With connects like A-Z, from the Paid In Full movie I run the strip, run the block, I be the king of what I do I toat a clip, toat a Glock, sware I'm coming for your crew Keep the woods up in my sock, [?] pockets filled with [?] Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot Celebrate like the 4th of July, cock the gun and shoot