Bust Ya Gun

Lyrics

[Intro] (Let's Go!) [Verse 1: Mysonne] I'm the n***a that they call when all talk is done (Uh-huh) And the last word they said was "Go get your gun" (Bow) And my cock, blamer shot, or the n***a [?] block (Let's bring it back) Mask on so I don't care where the camera [?] (They ain't ready) I'm the n***a that they call when all talk is done (Uh-huh) And the last word they said was "Go get your gun" (Bow) And my cock, blamer shot, or the n***a [?] block Mask on so I don't care where the camera [?] (Damn) I mean I'm not to be played with, save it Play brave, I leave your brain on the pavement (Uh-huh) Wе made name, we don't talk to thе help Matter fact, we don't talk, n***a talk to yourself (That's right) I'm in a whole different state of mind (mind) Every lame in this game wanna talk about the state of mind (Uh-huh) Okay it's time to put these suckas in they place 88's, start punching motherfuckers in they face You're slave, remember when a n***a came to New York Who ain't even wear a chain, watch the way that they talk (Remember that?) We about to go back to those days in New York And y'all can blame this Trinidad lame n[]a [?] [Chorus: Nathaniel & DJ Kay Slay] It's NYC it's the way that it goes When you come to my city better stay on your toes Shouts to G.U.N. Productions on the track, c'mon [Verse 2: Maino] I'm everything these n***as ever wanna be Thug n***a, dealing drugs in my coat sleeve I'm shinin' like a mouth full of gold teeth Certified, homie young OG Tryna get rid of these n***as in the coupe screaming "Fuck all these industry n[]as" Heh, I ain't feeling these n***as Take five steps, shoot, guess we enemies n***a Clap twelve shots like a dozen full of roses N***as scared to death got these creeps on they toeses Destiny is chosen, leader of the movement I'm on fire like I'm riding 'round with two bricks Ruthless, spit shit like I'm [?] These n***as starting to act like my new bitch Who else could it be n***a, but me My rook takes queen, king to me [Chorus: Nathaniel] It's NYC it's the way that it goes When you come to my city better stay on your toes [Verse 3: DJ Kay Slay] Uh, welcome to hell, a-k-a bedrock We light n[]as up like trees from the dread spot (Uh-huh) Take a flick really means a headshot Quietly, absolutely nothing is what the feds got (Shh) Blew up, next is the countdown 26 heads under the belt is the count now I ain't here to play chess wit' 'em I bless n[]as and leave it on the [?] to rest wit' 'em I just give 'em my gun right (Uh) He'll never see the sunlight For fuckin' with my sleep for one night Lucky me to put a [?] on 'em I slid up, hit 'em, then continued to do my dance on 'em Let him have it all in that manner Alibi, magic city, down in Atlanta Too gruesome to view (uh), closed casket sealed shut You couldn't pry that bitch open with a jackhammer [Chorus: Nathaniel] It's NYC it's the way that it goes When you come to my city better stay on your toes