Stick To Ya Gunz M.O.P. (Ft. Kool G Rap & Teflon)

[Intro]
Calling the police, calling the G men
Calling all americans to war on the underworld
All I need is money, and I'm getting that money tonight

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]
Let's take a slide through the ill side of town with this B-Boy
Watch out for Jake, snakes and decoys
The streets keep you p-noid
Everyday's a new game, we do thangs for new thangs
This kid got stopped for like three G's and two chains
Yo, I know about these streets I was raised in
In my crib I heard villains outside blazin'
Mad shots was poppin' and, I see visions of droppin' men
Five minutes later some nigga was sprawled out on Hopkinson
That's why this Downtown Swinga
Ruckus bringa be packin bangers
That make your whole shit out of clothes hangers
It's only one life to give in, get in where ya fit in
The fo'-fo' will cold push ya shit in
So keep ya gun breezed for fuckin' with these New York Desperadoes
We'll bust open your head like avocados
Heavy artillery in my facility
For you snake ass ones I stick to my gunz

[Hook: Teflon & M.O.P.]
Yo what up? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son
What's today's mathematics nigga? Stick to ya gunz!
What's the word? Ain't nuthin'; is it real? Yeah son
What's today's knowledge of self? Stick to ya gunz!