Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guns High, artist - Ace Hood. Album song DJ Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Guns High |
We come from a city where the young dies |
So why not get to use and push your guns high |
Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try |
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise |
And this is what it sounds like |
Came up from the ground now |
I woke up on the morning yawnin', mind addicted to money |
Grab the clip and them hundreds and half a ounce of that scummy |
Ready to hit the block, tryna to seek em before they tell me |
If I don’t make it home, tell my mama to pray for me |
I’m a get it cuz I gotta, raced in it from the bottom |
Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me props |
Niggas they want me dead, and I swear that it ain’t no stoppin |
I’mma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket |
Play the eighth for you haters, they see me at corner packin |
We the best that’s the lesson, I take you pussys to college |
Imagine me, I’m Gutta, to be the best is a habit |
I swear that til I parish, I keep these pussies in panic |
We come from a city where the young dies |
So why not get to use and push your guns high |
Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try |
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise |
And this is what it sounds like |
Came up from the ground now |
Watch me move through the city, caught up in my religion |
Only vision to get it, is to take it without a witness |
Say that they want me dead and it’s fuck em, that’s my decision |
Fuck em with middle fingers, them punks in the penitentary |
Walk the block with this energy, give a mug at my enemy |
Tell em who they supposed to be, hang em up like a poster be |
Play em like monopoly, til the end of my time I be |
G.U.T.T.A, Mr. H double-o D, the prodigy |
Tell em they can follow me, only cabbage and celery |
Gettin money heavily, smokin up on that privately |
Ain’t no vegitarians, play with me and you burn with me |
Better have a pass to hit my streets with the courtesy, NIGGA |
We come from a city where the young dies |
So why not get to use and push your guns high |
Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try |
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise |
And this is what it sounds like |
Came up from the ground now |
Life from the ghetto, we be real-al |
People only recognize, the real-al |
Cops hate because we don’t squeal-al |
But we don’t give a fuck bout how them feel-el |
See ain’t nobody stoppin way, tell them fast seat back away |
Love where we come from, know where we come from |
We don’t care bout what them got to say |
Let them know that we do not play, takin' over soon as they |
Let us open the door, so we can shibbi-dibbi do ba deh |
We come from a city where the young dies |
So why not get to use and push your guns high |
Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try |
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise |
And this is what it sounds like |
Came up from the ground now |
We come from a city where the young dies |
So why not get to use and push your guns high |
Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try |
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise |
And this is what it sounds like |
Came up from the ground now |