Blaq Poet - Let The Guns Blow lyrics

Niggas trying to play you out, thun
Let the guns blow
Niggas trying to say you can't live
Let the guns blow
Niggas trying to play you out, son
Let the guns blow
Niggas saying you can't eat
Let the guns blow
Trying to play you out, son
Let the guns blow
They trying to play you out, nigga
Let the guns blow
They trying to play you out, son
Let the guns blow
They trynna play you, nigga

Ay yo, fuck that, violate, pay with your life
Nigga play you once
Then they're bound to play you twice
And when one nigga do it
Then another nigga do it
Now the hood know you pussy
Your thugging is a wrap
Might as well grab the gat, nigga
And let the guns blow turn into Superthug
Let them motherfuckers know
I'd rather get caught with it than without it
Police can get it too
Put them dicks in critical
I'm taking every penny
I'm drinking plenty Henny
I know you hear me, New York City
Let them guns blow
For Big Poppa, Big Pun, and Big L, yo
For Freaky Tah and Jam Master, oh hell no
We got to regulate, we got to set it straight
Ya niggas keep acting like pussy
I take the whole plate
Oh you don't know how this shit do
It's me, Blaq Po', I let them guns blow

Niggas trying to play you out, thun
Let the guns blow
Niggas trying to say you can't live
Let the guns blow
Niggas trying to play you out, son
Let the guns blow
Niggas saying you can't eat
Let the guns blow
Trying to play you out, son
Let the guns blow
They trying to play you out, nigga
Let the guns blow
They trying to play you out, son
Let the guns blow
They trynna play you, nigga

Now when I say let them motherfuckers go
I mean it let off some shots from
Compton to Queensbridge
I got Pops dusting off his old shotty
Granny running 'round saying "bitch
I'll catch a body" look at little nigga with
His hair all naughty
Fucking with them big guns, no steel, snotty
Im'ma be the reason why niggas be wilding
Little Rock, Chi Town, Detroit, wilding
You got that 4 pound, let off a few rounds
You bought the motherfucker
What you gon' do now
Just lick it in the air, you thug
You don't care
I thought you was never scared
Fuck out of here
Pass it off to a nigga that bust it
Nigga that love it
Nigga that don't discuss it
Get high, get drunk, get loose tonight
Whoever you don't like get murdered on sight
One, two, three, throw them guns in the air
You get knocked, remember that

"I don't care"

Let the guns blow