M.O.P.: Stick to ya gunz

Intro: (sampled)Calling the PoliceCalling the G-menCalling all americans to war on the underworldAll I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonightLil' Fame:Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-BoyWatch out for Jake, snakes and decoysStreets keep you p-noidEveryday's a new gameWe do thangs for new thangsThis kid got stopped for like three G's and two chainsYo, I know about these streets I was raised inIn my crib I heard villians outside blazin'Mad shots was poppin' and, I see visions of droppin' menFive minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on HopkinsonThat's why this "Downtown Swinga"Rusckus bringa be packin' bangersThat make your whole world shit out of clothes hangersIt's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit inThe fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit inSo keep your gun breezed for fucking with theseNew York Desperadoes, we'll bust open your head like avocadoesHeavy artillery in my facilityFor you snake ass ones I stick to my gunzChorus: (Teflon)Yo whatup? (Ain't nuttin') Is it real? (Yeah, son)What's today's mathematics, nigga? STICK TO YA GUNZ!What's the word? (Ain't nuttin') Is it real? (Yeah, son)What's today's knowledge of self? STICK TO YA GUNZ!Billy Danze:The most beautyfullest thing in the world is a fo'-fo' Desert Eagle(Nigga) THAT SHIT IS DIESEL!Lethal hollow point slugs bust through any objectsSqueeze it at rapid fire, clear the whole projectsI ain't gonna be beefin' or eyein youSilently I move violentlyMe, ain't no reliable seeI been chasin' and lacin' tough guys for daysFinding ways to erase them, and blaze them in the graveIf t happen the squad's cappin', I'm in the mixAnd I'd rather be touvhed by twelve than layed by sixMY kind, on the front line still standin'Mr. Billy Danze, and I'll work you with a mini cannonHoldin' it down it's the drama lordSo you riff, you be lift and laid stiff as a fucking boardFiring Squad, niggas on the runGet props from top notch niggas that ill bill, stick to they gunzChorus (x2)Kool G Rap:Ayo, I represent Queens, on crime scenes a murder machinePut M-16's in niggas spleensSo head for the hills nigga, cuz when I get illIt's blood spilled for realI aim my fucking steel and shoot to killSo grab your bodyshield get ready for the dustin'The biscuit that I'm clutchin'Puffin' like cess but that's the fucking dutchmanBuckin' at all you sucka cluckin niggas that want the ruckusWe'll be three niggas who's clappin' but we ain't applaudin' you motherfuckersKeep my mack hid up under back, two shots to crack lidsAin't gotta go rush to Toys R Us to get you Cabbage Patch KidsOnce I let the laser beams gleam and the red dots are seenYour whole team is getting blown to smithereensQueens on the motherfucking map nigga, we stay strappedIn fact I let a AK cap push out your toupee backRunning with mad sons gunning shit up and leave your hit up for the fundsNiggas better stick to they gunzChorus (x2)