Gunz Will Bust Featuring Yung Gunz

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 hollows 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 till 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 for 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, for 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 I'mma heat the track up
 If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up
 Load the mac up don't slack up I'mma 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 clip 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 you 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 I'mma 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 you face
 Before he tell on me they'll get him for 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 for curb servers that hop in and out of cars
 Rep four 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 you're 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
 Rough niggas in the street will bust for 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, for 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
 It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump
 Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks for the bianks
 Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump
 Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts
 I'mma 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 you're 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
 I'mma 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