Bust Your Gun (feat. Styles & Sheek) The LOX

(feat. Styles and Sheek)

Shit is crazy.. can't believe it
Ha, haha, oooh, shit

We don't give a fuck about you frostin' ya hand (fuck)
Cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man
That's the kinda boss that I am (why not)
And I'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van
Hollarin' at you so deep and so sick wit' the guns
When I walk by the wake I want the cough in the 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 ya motherfuckin' daughter and ya son in it
Lately I been missin' my fred, the roof pop (too hot)
But feel me cause he hittin' the stairs, the truth pop
Niggas think this album cuts (haha!)
I'm like fuck it, I'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em)
And I'm takin' all drama
And I spent twenty thou' motherfucker so I just got more problems

[Chorus]
You got'sta bust yo' gun
Cause if you don't then niggas know you won't they gon' touch yo' ones
Got'sta bend yo' knife
Cause if you don't then niggas know you won't they gon' change yo' life