Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gunz Will Bust , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 23.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gunz Will Bust |
| I know you know this is Kansas City |
| Where nigga life don’t mean shit |
| So step to and immediately get yo dome split |
| I pack heat for days run street wit K’s and hollow’s |
| On a concrete crusade you made the pill now swallow |
| You never thought tomorrow |
| You see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump |
| Searchin' for the niggas on a hunt |
| Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump |
| It’s not a game dude my killaz will mangle |
| Anything in my range fool |
| When hatin' get framed moved |
| We play the same rules |
| Bussin' all 32 shot |
| Lookin' to murder you |
| Glock they never heard of you |
| Shocked that I’m comin' servin' you |
| Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I’m provin' guilty |
| Snug brim get to blast in |
| And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito |
| A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz' |
| You know the steelo real niggas never talk just listen |
| This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen |
| Rough niggas in the street will bust 4 the bread |
| And meat deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat punks |
| Get the fuck away from we, for we buckin' these mutha fuckin' G.U.N.Z. |
| Dem no won fuck with us |
| 4 what I believe I will die |
| Dem no won fuck with us |
| If any hataz wanna try |
| Hands gon throw gunz with bust |
| Real niggas run the streets with they gats up |
| Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up |
| If you’re my enemy my energy |
| Your rhymes are elementary get lost in penitentiaries |
| When I begin this century so mention me |
| And Imma heat the track up if it’s loo of you demons |
| I suggest you go get back up |
| Load the mac up don’t slack up Imma act up on |
| Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get |
| Stepped on destroy your mind you’re wasting your time |
| Cause when I spit a fucking rhyme I got a million in line |
| To listen to me, a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off |
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| That’ll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can’t maintain |
| Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain’t no ho boy |
| That’s for sure boy and ya know boy I’ll whip your ass like four boys |
| You’re a decoy I’m the real thang I’m a genius you’re a pea brain |
| Get pissed on and whipped on so who you talkin' shit on Imma spit on |
| Any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul |
| From under me but I got a lifetime warranty |
| Skatterman cat |
| Persistantly dirty |
| From KC |
| Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short |
| I call Snug and just give him the word he take ya face |
| Before he tell on me they’ll get him 4 purgery |
| Hustla’s shoot shit |
| Rob shit |
| Loot shit |
| Hard core convicts |
| Mob shit |
| If you snitch, killin’em on Tech’s new shit (new shit) |
| Dude we crossin' the color line |
| Nuff money |
| Nuff weed |
| Make a tuff nigga colorblind |
| We rap 4 curb servers |
| That hop in and out of cars |
| Rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers |
| That pop in and out of bars |
| D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs |
| Regime, Duce Click, Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz |
| Same team |
| Same beams |
| Niggas that a split ya cherries |
| Vigilanty’s mutha fuckas with permits to carry |
| Bitch you scary |
| Fuck you and that bitch you married |
| Cross anyone I named |
| That shit will get you buried |
| It’s all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump |
| Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks 4 the bianks |
| Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump |
| Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts |
| Imma munk what you bunk niggas want fuck |
| What you thunk you get sunk in and trunk |
| Fuck that we done heard and took enough crap |
| Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps |
| I’m tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and |
| For the last time mutha fuck Vell Bakardi |
| You cannot rap with me scrap with me |
| Nigga to the back of me catastrophe |
| Hits yo shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit |
| Suck it up don’t be mad at me bitch I’m glad to be rich |
| You gets none with that fagoty pitch |
| Imma ex poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star |
| You’s a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it’s a shame |
| Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the bitches |
| Don’t wanna fuck a black herpe nose nigga |
| This is it yaw, dump this pussy off I a pit dog |
| Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw |
| So take the chicken exit, Technina’s whassup |
| Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the fuck up |