Wu Block, Styles P - Guns For Life lyrics

I love my heat yeah
Y'all know what it is you know it stay hot
It's a little tale about my gun
Feel the neck on that nigga that's my homie
Uh, yo

Ayo I kept the same gun for nine years
Navy blue Glock in the
Blue safe right upstairs
I made sure that little nigga stayed warm
Tucked him under my pillow
In case the robbers come I gotta perform
Kiss him night night muah
Read him bedtime stories
Times I just stared at him the Glock forty
His belly stay full and he on a strict diet
I feed him lead he good he at ease when fired
Go to sleep Mr gat
I had to do a double for two days
And this the only way I get back
Besides changing your diaper
Meaning your clip
Got niggas deficating in shit bags
They're full of shit the hook

The hook is a sample
From friends of distinction (and I love him)

Yeah that's still my nigga though son
I can't live without him
Special relationship with that mother fucker
You feel me right? You feel me ghost?
WU BLOCK

I knew him ever since he was nine
Now he twenty two thinking he's forty five
That nigga is live
Like to come with me everywhere when I drive
Trouble maker same time keep you alive
His ego too big he be getting pumped
I told him chill he said it's better when
You're getting jumped
No matter how you face me
No matter where you place me
Since the day that I was
Born I ain't have safety
He went from Y O to Staten that's real talk
He hung with puff he was with
Shine in club New York now he with me
He hurt em like angela jolie with them babies
I raised him up from 380's
I raised him up from 380's
I raised him up from 380's the hook

That Wu-Block shit nigga yeah

I still pour liquor after I pop bottles
Got a friend named deuce nickel
The cops got him
Back then when the coke price was rock bottom
I robbed a lot of spots with
Him and im not lying
Then I got knocked with him
And the cops kept him
I reminisce and get high over
A lot of weapons got a friend named nine
Caught up in the murder one
I ain't seen him since
Cause my man had to murder something
Homie named 38 he popped with me
And it ain't to often that he's not with me
You call him your guns i call him my friends
Pop it off or keep it tucked
Guess it all will depend yeah

The hook