Exit Wounds movie - Bust Your Gun lyrics

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Song by The Lox f/ Styles & Sheek<br /><br>

shit is crazy.. can't believe it<br>

ha, haha, oooh, shit<br>

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we don't give a fuck about you frostin' ya hand (fuck),<br>

cause knockin' off these bricks then often yo' man<br>

that's the kinda boss that I am (why not),<br>

and i'ma play shotgun, smoke the pores make a van<br>

hollarin' at you so deep and so sick wit' the guns<br>

when I walk by the wake I want the cough in the stand (stand up)<br>

so hold up for one minute (what)<br>

you won't catch me in the tub, in the whip,<br>

or the club without a gun in it,<br>

and don't come through the strip,<br>

lookin' hard in the car, with ya motherfuckin' daughter and ya son in it<br>

lately I been missin' my fred, the roof pop (too hot),<br>

but feel me cause he hittin' the stairs, the truth pop<br>

niggaz think this album cuts (haha!)<br>

i'm like fuck it, i'm the nigga comin through the door wit two revolvers up (two 'em),<br>

and i'm takin' all drama,<br>

and I spent twenty thou' motherfucker so I just got more problems<br>

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[chorus]<br>

you got'sta bust yo' gun,<br>

cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' touch yo' ones<br>

got'sta bend yo' knife,<br>

cause if you don't then niggaz know you won't they gon' change yo' life<br>

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aiyyo, who gotta my name huh?<br>

who think it's a fuckin' game (c'mon)<br>

like yo' money can't be found under the cane (y'know)<br>

like yo' body can't be found under the trains<br>

like this punk we'll shatter apart your brain (bla!)<br>

i'ma thug wit' no scars, and no braids,<br>

but I could aim, and shoot through the heart or your shades<br>

i'm too row, plus too quick on the gat (uh-huh)<br>

hate water, but I leave you wit' a wills play-back<br>

i don't give a fuck if all y'all go to the cops,<br>

and I don't give a fuck if none of y'all gimmie my props<br>

i got shit in my name and my credit is worse<br>

what's to stop me from shootin' you first? fuck you! (haha)<br>

i'm like tattoos, you forget that i'm there (uh-huh)<br>

to the gun fire perm your hair<br>

miss you, and go strait through your moms rockin' chair,<br>

through her back and it ain't stopin' there!<br>

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[chorus - 2x]<br>

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bounce my niggaz.. c'mon<br>

sheek and s.p., rock, rock on (c'mon)<br>

bust shots 'til your glock can't pop no more (hahaha)<br>

let it down 'til your top can't drop no more (uh-huh)<br>

hit you up 'til your spirit where the eagles fly (c'mon)<br>

talk to me, if you really come back then you'll die (c'mon)<br>

make me believe, no shirt but still got some shit up my sleeve<br>

no asthma, makin' it hard to breathe<br>

let's go, aiyyo styles take this motherfuckin' mic from me, c'mon<br>

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aight.. aiyyo, p'll tell it like story, just like a narrator<br>

ya don't mean it, we snappin' it like the aligators<br>

open ya eyes so you can see what the drama mean<br>

i hit ya man in the cheek wit' a barber blade,<br>

and i'm in the first floot at the (?) parade<br>

forty on the weights wit' a fifty on the garcarade<br>

always got the route, never had the heart to beg<br>

you ain't seein' shit 'til a slug rip a part'a head<br>

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[chorus - 4x]<br>

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