Gunz ‘N’ Swordz (Remix)

Lyrics

Gigan ft. Megalon - "Gunz 'N' Swordz (Remix)" [Emcee(s): Gigan and Megalon] [Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda] [Intro: Megalon & Gigan] Young guns BK, nigga Decepticons Queens Day Ya heard? [Verse 1: Gigan] Don't ever Question my motives unless you want to get rolled over Like locomotives. If you ain't noticed, I'm down to kill Everything in my field like a million locusts. Around here, we use Angers to oaks to blue steel and kill dolgiers Steal with my soldiers—fuck a record deal. Around Here, your flow's only as real as your coke is Stay focused. You're never safe around these parts, big Fishes be getting ate swimming around these sharks. Fuck Around, four-pounds get you found by the narcs in the ground In the park with rounds in your crown and your heart. I've been Down from the start, with guns, hunting the richer Reup your front once niggas coming to get ya, hiding Behind your chickens or under the mixture, coke be the Holy Mother, crack be Christ, and jumbs be the scripture Nuns be the pigeons, police be the swine. Us? We'll be belligerent thugs, and the streets be the shrines Peace be the gods, food that we eat be The cause, slugs be jury and judge, and the heat be The law. Know y'all feeling the rush, wanting The eight, hearing the tape and skills that we bust in Your whip, slapping the wheel with it, cuz. Rap sheet Rules—ain't no rappers realer than us [Hook: Gigan] (x2) Live by the gun or die by the sword Where we from, niggas die for the raw Either way, y'all, it's on. Brooklyn Queens Day, dawg, get your chron, you heard me? [Verse 2: Megalon] I used to hustle dimes And do crimes. Now I'm busting rhymes with no lines, I'm down To two 9's 'cause I know I will get mines in due time I've paid so many dues, I feel I've paved the way for self And if I make my pay, I'd smoke about an eighth a day for delf. Caught ya Smoking hash, now your ass is in a smash torture Police harass. First, I blast, then I dash. Born In Brooklyn, raised in Long Beach through Queens, boom, boom, bash, Long Beach Sling cracks, keeping in the gats in the stash, get flash- -backs, street money, fast stacks—scratch that Now I'll relax and get fast stacks on fat tracks. About Time I made it. Even through my rhymes are crime-related My rhymes the flav shit, at times, stated, at times, flagrant Selling the crack, see? Always having to pack a gat, see? Backseat of the taxi, taking the tax 'til the tracks relax me The hard bass they're producing got me sipping at the Bar place, thinking I'll be Scarface if I was Cuban, and when I be sticking and moving, Brooklyn, Queens Day Massive sword, Tommy Gunn keep it moving [Hook: Gigan] (x2) Live by the gun or die by the sword Where we from, niggas die for the raw Either way, y'all, it's on. Brooklyn Queens Day, dawg, get your chron, you heard me?