Gunz in da Air lyrics

by

Lord Finesse


{*Down Leezy does a 22 second intro*}

[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I told them cats, n*ggas better cop some mac's
Now they stuck with them handguns
I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
I hand none n*ggas 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, n*ggas 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 n*ggas holdin you down
And when - I hold heat I just hold it for delf
Why ask a - n*gga to shoot when I'ma buck myself?
I keep my gun by my di*k so I can touch myself

[Hook]
It go guns in the air, guns in the air
Us Thugged Out n*ggas keep our guns in the air
Guns in the air, guns in the air
Us M.U. n*ggas keep our guns in the air, what?
[N] Bout to lock the whole sh*t down, so holla at the dog
[N] Bout to lock the whole sh*t down, so holla at the dog
Aiyyo guns in the air, guns in the air
Us grimy-ass n*ggas keep our guns in the air, what?
[Noreaga]
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 n*ggas I'll be here
On M.U. block yo cause I don't care
With my n*gga 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, n*ggas is assed
We Thugged Out, them n*ggas that'll steal your stash
If you a b*tch, yo we n*ggas that'll slap your ass
Whattup cliqua? We can be lah, M-A
And stab these n*ggas 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

[Hook] w/ minor variations

[Noreaga]
Yo.. I made a song about "Hed" and now b*tches love me
They knowin they can give me head but they can't f*ck 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 n*ggas, Baby D and Dukes
Thugged Out and M.U., we just tripled our troops
We added more n*ggas, and gave 'em gats and boots
And for the n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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
[Hook] w/ minor variations

[Noreaga]
Gangsta.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what?
We just gangstaz.. we just thugs.. we just hustlers.. M.U. what?
Has been n*gga..

{*unknown voice from intro does outro*}
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