Cam’ron - Get Ya Gun lyrics

That's my word (word) I flip herb, birds
Coke, crack, dope, smack oh, snap! Heard
Herb should talk in sign language
Y'all don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved may leave 'em 1st, 3rd
Stop lyin'? Lie for what? Steer a whip
Drive it up
Steer a brick, pie it up supply the stuff
Fly as fuck said word
(word) nigga just observe, I disturb
From New Jerse to the curb
Make absurd figures
Stop lyin', picture me poutin' dog
Could you fish in a fountain?
Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin'
(in what?) in that Christian Louboutin
Word, on everything, on everything
You still in spinners
Know what I feel in the winter? 80 degrees
Deal with a winner
I know some rowdy rowdy niggas
That rock a Audi proudly
One thing 'bout me: doubt me
Bounty Saudi shout me
I'm sprayin' it well, I'm playin' the sell
Fifty mil like David Chappelle
My paper propel
Won't lay in a cell you takin' a L

This is fun, nigga you should run, nigga
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun
Nigga this is fun, nigga you a dumb nigga
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun
Nigga what let's go to the car
What let's go to the car
Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun
Nigga

Did you know that a 3 year old has
The physical strength to shoot a gun?
Juvenile gun possession is a problem
If a child obtains an improperly stored gun
The adult owner is criminally liable (killa)
The restrictions are endless

Yo, sell you crack for a dub
It's a package of love (it's all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar
Got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub
(snub) , just for you actin' a thug
You will get smacked with some bub
I got my mask and my glove
Yup, we wildin' again
The cops you dialin' again (what)
Guns matchin' my jeans
(what's that?) I'm just stylin' my friend
I better get squashed (why?)
When that telly is ready, I medley a deadly
A sauce that'll petty a steady already
Get heavy and hard
And I got them mami's screamin', "Dammit
Man!" really, "Dammit, Cam!"
Hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn)
Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me
(nope)
Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family
(where we at)
In front of the corner store under the canopy
Chick wanna stand with me
She gotta drink a can of pee
(here, drink this) that's a pineapple soda
(what's this) this a pineapple
Rover (what happened?)
Don't sit on the hood
Time after time I done told ya