D-Block - Guns Up lyrics

{Hey Mario!}

[Styles P:]

Straws let's go nigga

Vinny Idol on the track

[Straw:]

Aiyyo I tell niggaz blow me quick

Fuck the best bulletproof my tints, window down when my Ruger spit

Yeah you fuckin with a Arliss nigga

One in the head, 16 in the cartridge nigga

And, you can have a team but regardless nigga

You might fuck with e'rybody else but not this nigga

Cause I heat the beef up like Foreman's

Plus I let the streetsweeper Air niggaz out like Jordans

Catch me in the lot with D-Block gorillas

For green I tie you up 'til God cut off your fingers

The mausberg handle give 'em brain contusions

Two trey slugs do the brain removin

I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P

Straw run in your house a quarter past 3

Straw run at the house with all your crack ki's

Just for the love of my niggaz, you other cats bleed

[Chorus: Straw]

Guns up, foes down

Straw and the Ghost when it goes down, vest and a fo'-pound

We don't give a fuck about the law when we blast off

Get the cash, do the dash with the masks off

[Styles P:]

So all y'all blow my cock

No security, the show don't stop

It's goin down then the fo' gon' pop

Yeah you fuckin with a cocky nigga

Run up your face like them steps on Rocky nigga

And you gon' need a mask like a hockey nigga

Might fuck with e'rybody else but not me nigga

Cause I hold up your paper like thumbtacks

And I got knife game like Jigga, retire and come back

Catch me comin through with Team Arliss nigga

For green I leave blood on the carpet nigga

And you can't get it up, with a stain remover

The four-four long is the brain remover

I don't give a fuck about the law, ask Straw

Most rappers is whack and got a glass jaw

Load up the gun, I show you what the mask for (I'll show you)

D-Block bitch, that's niggaz that blast fours

[Chorus]

[Straw:]

Aiyyo Straw be in your house with his guns drawn

The nine milli fire 'til I'm sure that a lung gone

Try and do the stealth work, settin the car bomb

Detonators target activatin the cell phone

It's Arliss, we be in the hood puttin work in daily

Meditate with the Ghost 'til my eyes is hazy

Red Jag convertible, black 380

Intentions to murder get the cash and I'm Swayze

Lost in the virgin Isle, never see a day of trial

Do away with the witness, be a man girl or child

Ain't a soul seperatin Straw from his profits

Frustrated when it's on I'm the one with the rockets

I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P

Until I'm buried in shells, I'm where the cash be

Probably buried in L's, the haze and hash weed

Need more than forensics, tryin to catch me - it's on

[Chorus]

[gun blast]