Gunz Will Bust

Lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne, Mr. Stinky & RonnZfromBerlin] Worldwide thuggin' from Jamaica to Germany, nigga! Yow bredren, a nationwide track this, right? My yute mi hear some likkle pussyhole a talk bout seh man a gunman! Man a nuh gunman! Mr. Stinky a gunman seh? Worldwide, nigga! Scheiß auf euch verfluchte kleine Pisser! Wir denken uns, ihr könnt uns stoppen? Scheiße nein! From Berlin City, Germany To Kansas City, Missouri PLA-Yuh-A in this son of a bitch! [Verse 1: Snug Brim] I know you know this is Kansas City where nigga's lives don't mean shit So step to me and immediately get ya dome split I pack heat for days, run streets wit K's and hollows On the concrete ya saved, you made the pill now swallow You never thought tomorrow You'd see me beamed up off I'm down wit a pump Searchin' for the niggas on the hunt Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump It's not a game dude my killas will mangle Anything in my range fool, when hatin' get flame move We play the same rules, bustin' out thirty-two shots Lookin' to murda ya block, they neva heard of you shot Them come and servin' you, Snug Brimm get the flashin' Innocent til I'm proven guilty, Snug Brimm get the blastin' And fuck the homicide charge; I got Esposito A mob figga, plus a lawyer and do work for kilos You know the steelo, real niggas neva talk Just listen this Duece shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen [Bridge: Tech N9ne] Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread and meat Deuce 57 Street and seven deuce be packin' heat Punks get the fuck away from we 'Fore we buckin' the, mothafuckin' G-U-N-Z [Chorus: Mr. Stinky & Tech N9ne] Dem nuh wah fuck wit us When I believe I will die Dem nuh wah fuck wit us If any haters wanna try Hands gon' throw, guns will bust Real niggas run the streets wit they gats up Everything you got and hoes gettin' snatched up [Verse 2: Money Hungry] If you my enemy, my energy, Yo' rhymes is elementary Get lost in penitentiary when I begin the century So mention me, and I'ma heat this track up If it's a hundred of you demons I suggest you fuckin' back up I will mack up, don't slack up, I'ma act up wrong Any muthafucka that think he got his clown suit on Step on, destroy ya mind you wastin' ya time Cuz when I spit a fuckin' rhyme, I got a million in line Now listen to me, a bitch to do me, nicknamin' me Hollow Tip When I spittin' off clips betta kill yo click And I'll kill ya brain if you can't maintain Betta slow ya roll boy, really hungry ain't no ho boy Lets just show boy, and ya know boy I'll whoop yo ass like whoa boy You a decoy, I'm the real thang I'm the genius, you a pea brain Get pissed on, and whipped on, so who you talkin' shit on I'ma spit on, any niggas spirit that step to me Tryin' to take my soul from under me But I got a life time warranty [Verse 3: Skatterman] Its Skatterman came consistently dirty From K.C. we're in the drought we pay fifty for birdies Pack is short I call Snug and just give him the word he Take ya faith before he tell on me they get him for burndry Hustlas shoot shit, rob shit, blue shit Hardcore convicts, mob shit, you snitch, kill 'em below ticks New shit, knew shit, knew we crossin' the color lines Nuff money, nuff weed, make a tought nigga color blind We ran for curb servers then hop in and out of cars Ran for cash wit third murders then hop in and out of bars D12, Strange Music, Rougue Dogs, Regime Duece Click, Dough Boys, Yung Gunz, same team Same beams, niggas that'll split ya cherry Vigilantes muthafucka plus permits to carry Bitch you scary, fuck you and that bitch you married Cross anyone I named that shit'll get you barried [Bridge: Tech N9ne] Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread in me Duece 57 Street and seven duece be packin heat Punks get the fuck away from we 'Fore we buckin' the, mothafuckin' G-U-N-Z [Chorus: Mr. Stinky & Tech N9ne] Dem nuh wah fuck wit us When I believe I will die Dem nuh wah fuck wit us If any haters wanna try Hands gon' throw, guns will bust Real niggas run the streets wit they gats up Everything you got and hoes gettin' snatched up [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] It's all out war for the punks Funk finna jump chumps get a lump When I dump tunks for the biancs Gump wanna thump over pumps in a bump Rumps get it crunk when I skunk runts I'ma monk What you bunk niggas want Fuck what you thunk you sunk in a trunk FUCK THAT, we done heard and took enough crap Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps I'ma tryna touch scrath, and bring my hell to party And for the last time motherfuck Vell Bakardy You cannot rap wit me scrap wit me nigga to the back of me Catastrophe hit you shits ragedy it had to be this Tragedy shit, suck it up, don't be mad at me bitch I'm glad to be rich you gets none wit that faggoty pitch I'm-a ex poppin', shroom droppin', rock 'n roll star Yous a no coppin' hoes stalkin' drunk and a old fart Its a shame, think you quick but you heard we flow quicker Plus the bitches don't want to fuck a black herpes-nosed nigga THIS IS IT Y'ALL! Dump this pussy of in a pit dog No stackin' in hip hop it must not be his niche y'all So take the chicken exit, Tech Ninas whats up Next time grown folks talkin', you shut the fuck up! BITCH! [Outro: RonnZfromBerlin] Yeah! Wir sind die reudigen Vögel in diesem shit! Wir ficken euch - punks!