[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
I was gonna bring my gun to the studio
But my shit couldn't fit in the car
Yo, son, yo-yo, son, just check this out
We got that big shit, nigga
Yo-yo, check this shit [?] out right here
I just [?] this shit right here, son
This shit right here, there's some new shit, look-look-look
Haha, in the media says rap promote violence
Of course, it does
Yeah, we're the reason why kids are taking guns in school
Blame it on us
[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz, Fredro Starr & Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Yo, who shot ya? It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggas that hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbеat break like a Kay Slay tape bust
Guns to this, raisin thе crime rate
Niggas better blast when it's time to shoot
Niggas on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins engine
Skiddin', murder scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to test those
I burn, baby, burn like sniffin' asbestos
Bust low, reload and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
Listen
I was gonna bring my gun to the studio
But my shit couldn't fit in the car
Yo, son, yo-yo, son, just check this out
We got that big shit, nigga
Yo-yo, check this shit [?] out right here
I just [?] this shit right here, son
This shit right here, there's some new shit, look-look-look
Haha, in the media says rap promote violence
Of course, it does
Yeah, we're the reason why kids are taking guns in school
Blame it on us
[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz, Fredro Starr & Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun clap music
Load it up, cock it back and blast to it
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
Yo, who shot ya? It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggas that hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbеat break like a Kay Slay tape bust
Guns to this, raisin thе crime rate
Niggas better blast when it's time to shoot
Niggas on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins engine
Skiddin', murder scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to test those
I burn, baby, burn like sniffin' asbestos
Bust low, reload and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
Listen
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