Collectin’ Props Guru (Ft. Killa Kaine, Mr. Moe & Pete Powers)

[Intro: Guru]
Yeah, I'ma start collectin' props, connectin' plots
Networkin' like a conference, 'cause the nonsense is yet to stop

[Verse 1: Guru]
Police shake me down, which gangsta movie you like? This is real trife
Real life -- wanna get ya shot in the game, and earn some real stripes
Just like Feds magazine you couldn't imagine the battered scene
You get shot up by little niggas wearin' gabberdeans(?)
I'm tired of lookin' like Malcolm, in the window though
Unpack the strap, Baldhead Slick smokin' indo yo
I'm not gonna speak on the personal, street business
As long as Moe and King keep witness, it's Sun Zu Part 2
Bring your guards too, never knew the depth of my crew
Although I'm God-body, Baldhead Slick used to be a nobody
Niggas didn't know that my crew's thick

[Verse 2: Killa Kaine]
Aiyyo we killa hungry, I turn food back guerrilla monkey
Once I do that, nobody ain't healin' and comfy
I make niggas come out the rugbies
Talk shit, I'll kill ya company
Your for that jake, take my head I'll fake my death
They wanna kill me 'cause they hate my strength
That's why they vote when I raise the M
And let go, hollow fights from Expo
Hear my tec blow, my tec blow electro
Thou which is set pose, these streets is Death Row
One through ya neckbone, jerk back ya headphone
Nigga pop to that, you talk heat, hope you got the gat
Who can amount to this? Sit back and pour a ounce of Cris'
Bump a ounce to this, watch the bouncer get
Testamentic, wild out, we gon' press ya district
Sign out, or pull ya nines out and test ya biscuits
Ain't no talkin' once ya head is twisted (son)
Ain't no talkin' once ya head is twisted