Joe Budden, Ransom, Hitchcock - Gunz N Butta lyrics

Yo, it's all about guns and butter (Uh, huh)
Like Melvin from Baby Boy
Come through and thug your mother
(That's right)
Leave your baby boy under covers
Undiscovered (yeah)
That's what you get for
Talkin' to them undercovers (Snitch)
And when it rain
Run for cover 'cause the slugs will hover
And penetrate to leave you thugs to suffer
(Ha) like AIDS on some lethal shit
But I don't gotta
Worry 'bout that 'cause Ran'
Keep tons of rubbers
Eighteen spit acid, baby
(Uh, huh) , I don't mind if
Y'all eatin' just as long as
Y'all pass the gravy (Pass that)
Might see me in a fast Mercedes (Uh, huh)
Speedin' through the traffic crazy tryna


Get a bag of hazy
Might catch me in the front row seat
For the Nets vs magic
All I had to do was ask McGrady (T-Mac)
Been hustlin' past the eighties
Only got locked once and y'all
Niggas can't congratulate me?
Fuck y'all, niggas had to hate me (Uh, huh)
And I never deal with niggas that's
Dumb 'cause the math be shaky
Soon or later you gon' have to face me
(Uh, huh) i don't wanna be calm
Y'all niggas startin' to aggravate me
It's a wonder why you guys approach me
(Uh, huh) like you prob'ly know me
I treat your girl like if I was Kobe (Haha)
And you know I keep the fire closely
'Cause a clip will
(Clipper) have your ass on one
Leg like the Heisman Trophy niggas

Nigga, fuck who thought was the best
(Uh) when you talk talk with respect
(yeah) before I put the hawk
To your neck (Uh) you're sure to get wet
(Brapp) , this is more than a threat
I'm good with the Gemstar, I
Never bought a Gillette, uh
I'm sort of a threat, record your cassettes
I got the long white tee
With the Nautica sweats, uh
I'm ballin' great
(yeah) , tourin' states (What else?)
And I stay strapped like the Jordan Eights
(Come on) sick like Norman Bates (Uh, huh)
While you niggas tryna grill I'm
Tryna make George Foreman cake, uh
And when I hit the choch'
Your girl said you was small like Arnold
You got different strokes
Fall back youngin', get your folks
This ain't just a hoax
My niggas real, they will slit your throat
Hitchcock is a verbal weapon
And it ain't shampoo when I'm
Open off that herbal essence, uh
All y'all flowin' the same
(Shit) , I put a hole in your frame (Blaow)
Rappin' 'bout how you be
Holdin' the 'caine (Come on)
I don't really wanna show him the aim
Never doubt him
I'm hungrier Dhalsim throwin' a flame
'Cause my niggas want the glow and the fame
I'm blowin' an O in a Range
Thinkin' 'bout blowin' your brains
(Pause)
Can't do that, 'cause I ain't a killer
(But)
But my man will 'cause he a gorilla, nigga
Uh

So many people they see you, they jealous
They envy watchin', wantin' to be you
Some reason they feel the need to
G you, so they speak to you
Since they know you they see it feasible
To be with you plottin' a time and
When to put they piece to you
And feel that they got reason to
But I'm a straight up and
Down, I never changed, nah
Never been seasonal
Knock-knock, bang wood, this ain't good
It's the Spurs 'gainst
The Mavericks, nigga, same hood
(Uh) i'm a grown man
I won't let friends abuse me
And I think dudes is using
That word "friends" too loosely, nah
We ain't best buds 'cause
I lent you loosies (Or)
Exchanged pounds (Or) exchanged rounds
How does that exchange sound?
Force me to keep one in the
And if you feel like jumpin'
I'll provide the Red Bull (Uh)
Wanna start though his heart's Jell-O
(It's) it's young LeBron
But it's still room for Darko and Carmelo
I don't speak kilos, no, it's Neo's soul
Kid, the endin' of Matrix 3, Neo's Joe
Cheah know that Jump Off's the
Best thing in Jers'
Wanna rob the house? Get through
The West Wing first, nigga
Best doubt it now, 'bout it now
It's a small world
We can make it less crowded now
Get into some drastic things
Magneto style, you can't hold me
In a plastic bing, nigga