Gunz In Da Air - Capone-N-Noreaga

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I told them cats, niggas better cop some mac’s

Now they stuck with them handguns

I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome

I hand none niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas keep our guns in the air

Guns in the air, guns in the air

Us M.U.

niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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, niggas is assed

We Thugged Out, them niggas that’ll steal your stash

If you a bitch, yo we niggas that’ll slap your ass

Whattup cliqua?

We can be lah, M-A

And stab these niggas 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

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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 niggas, Baby D and Dukes

Thugged Out and M.U., we just tripled our troops

We added more niggas, and gave 'em gats and boots

And for the niggas 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 niggas 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

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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.