Throw Your Guns
[Intro: AZ]
Y'know? Personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums
Yeah, uh huh
Even bitches got their shit tight
Ha ha ha! Aight!
If you wit' us, throw yo' guns up
What the fuck? Form a Phillie, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 1: Half-A-Mil]
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin' god from the projects
It ain't hard, from Medicaid cards to platinum cars
My clique is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged
By rich chicks who rock Versace bras
In the drop, watchin' the stars
Yo, the conquest is ours
Mission accomplished, shittin' on Congress
Benz whipped with a 6
On this six million tons, when I appear, reptilians run
Firm affilions, willie-ons exile your team like Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
The same streets you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin' and
Niggas splittin' in the same position they're sittin' in
What sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins
We even got triple six IBM plastic currency with chips in 'em
Images of Clinton and, my niggas lay back
We used to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs
Guns aimed at ya, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?*
What part of the game's that? To curse my hot verse is flame rap
Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
On my bitches mind 'til their bring crack...
[Chorus: AZ]
Yo, yo! Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, even bitches got they shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick, right? It's sick, right?
If you wit' us, throw yo' guns up
What the fuck? Form a Phillie, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 2: AZ]
What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps in Fort Green
Guns bussin', stash house out in Flushing
Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin'
Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life
Back and forth kites, focus for niggas who've lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies
Short-i's, so many makin' livin' off lies
Ante-up! Hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up
It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck
Hot pursuit, a real splittin' image of Pop Duke
Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots
So what do you gross yearly? I live this game so sincerely
Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me
So it's either or, Peter pay Paul, you and yours
Fools in fours, regulate life through rules and laws...
[Chorus: AZ]
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, even bitches got they shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick, right? It's sick, right??
If you wit' us, throw yo' guns up
What the fuck? Form a Phillie, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 3: Half-A-Mil]
Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol
Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat
Half beehive, wise guy
'95, I look in my eye, praisin' Allah
Project aimin' rod
Greatest star Akbar, pushin' a hot car
Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment
I grab mics and I explain it
How I've went from the blinds to the brainless
To the minds of the wise and the famous
Niggas wives admire the guy's arrangers
Take off their wedding rings and give head to the king
It's just a cheddar thing, Amaretta, Armani leather thing
We into better things like wettin' the Brinks
Jumpin' outta stretches with minks, crime connected with link
Up in the club buyin' drinks, bitches eyein' the spinks
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think!"
My son copped a Hummer this summer wit' a buttoned-up mink
[Chorus: AZ]
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, even bitches got they shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick, right? It's sick, right??
If you wit' us, throw yo' guns up
What the fuck? Form a Phillie, cock your shit back and bust
