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Gunz In Da Air (Capone-N-Noreaga)

Yo, yo, yo, yo I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's Now they stuck with them handguns I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome I hand none niggaz no credit, you see I'm iller than most I'm kinda illy with the hands, but I'm iller with toast My guns go pow, so how you like me now? Been in your hood, niggaz ain't that gangsta Yeah y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or not? Or we can go to Iraq on M.U. block I have my pitbulls tear you up I have my lil' homies in the hood, come and just, scare you up You don't - be in the hood, you a weak-ass clown And when you come through, you have your niggaz holdin you down And when - I hold heat I just hold it for delf Why ask a - nigga to shoot when I'ma buck myself? I keep my gun by my dick so I can touch myself It go guns in the air, guns in the air Us Thugged Out niggaz keep our guns in the air Guns in the air, guns in the air Us M.U. niggaz keep our guns in the air, what? Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog Aiyyo guns in the air, guns in the air Us grimy-ass niggaz keep our guns in the air, what? Yo, I keep chapped lips, I smoke Persian blunts I used to shop in Albee Square.. but now I shop in Queens, I tell my niggaz I'll be here On M.U. block yo cause I don't care With my nigga Mike (?) blow 'dro through the sunroof Jeckyll'n'Hyde and purple haze And I still be in Brooklyn, and party with Maze I got a ghetto pass, yo and still I let the metal blast Click click click, niggaz is assed We Thugged Out, them niggaz that'll steal your stash If you a bitch, yo we niggaz that'll slap your ass Whattup cliqua? We can be lah, M-A And stab these niggaz up, no problem-a And leave 'em leaked out, stab him in his ass have a cheek out Have 'em trapped in the room, can't sneak out With a sign on the door, that say keep out Yo.. I made a song about "Hed" and now bitches love me They knowin they can give me head but they can't fuck me I ran trains for Nino, even my old C.O. I even ran trains with my A&R Gino Sometimes, I drink Smirnoff without no juice And I'ma ride for my niggaz, Baby D and Dukes Thugged Out and M.U., we just tripled our troops We added more niggaz, and gave 'em gats and boots And for the niggaz that bend down get minks and goose See me, I'm not greedy, not at all Hit me at the office, yo 2-1-2, 5-6-3, 8-4-8-4 So why y'all niggaz gon' wait for, runnin out of state for? Money faulty, why you wanna cop an eight for? Been through, too much drama and too much war Hurryin, for so long, now it's time to score, it go Gangsta.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what? We just gangstaz.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what? Has been nigga..