Bust Your Gun The LOX

[Intro: Styles P]
Shit is crazy
I can't believe it
Uh, uh, uh
Ooh, shit

[Verse 1: Styles P]
P don't give a fuck about you frostin' your hand (I don't give a fuck)
Just knockin' off these bricks, then offin' your man
That's the kind of boss that I am (Know that's my kind)
And I'ma play shotgun and smoke the Porsche, make a van
Hollered at you so deep and so sick with the guns, when I walk by the wake, I want the coffin to stand (Stand up)
So hold up for one minute (What?)
You won't catch me in the tub, in the whip, or the club without a gun in it
And don't come through the strip lookin' hard in the car with your motherfuckin' daughter and your son in it (Not your kids, baby)
Lately, I've been missin' my prayer to rooftops
But feel me? 'Cause he hittin' the stairs, the true cock
Niggas think this album cuts (Ha-ha)
I'm like fuck it, I'm the nigga comin' through the door with two revolvers up (Two of 'em)
And I'm takin' all drama
And I spent twenty thou', motherfucker, so I just got more problems

[Chorus: Styles P]
You gots to bust your gun (Ayo)
'Cause if you don't, then niggas know you won't, they gon' touch your ones
Gots to bang your knife (Ayo)
'Cause if you don't, then niggas know you won't, they gon' change your life
Gots to bust your gun (Ayo)
'Cause if you don't, then niggas know you won't, they gon' touch your ones
Gots to bang your knife (Ayo)
'Cause if you don't, then niggas know you won't, they gon' change your life