Who Got Gunz (feat. Fat Joe & M.O.P.) (2003)

[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh, Gang Starr
Crack Man, M.O.P. uh, BX, Brooknam, [bad word] on
Living legends, ya heard me?
Yeah uh yo uh

I got seven Mac 11's, about eight .38's
Nine .9's, Mac 10's
Man this [bad word] never end
Even if the apple won't spin
I reach in my back pocket and blast you with this twin
Niggas yelling out the window "Joe's at it again"
But this [bad word] s got lawyers, keep him outta the pen
I mean feds wanna knock me just cause I'm [bad word] An arrogant [bad word]  wave "Hi" when they watch me
Can't stop me every time official
Better find my residuals or this nine gonna lift you
"He was a fine individual" what the papers scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat like Wilson, we all we got"
We walk the scorching blocks with the hawk on top
Even if the old ladies love to call the cops
I got guns

[Lil' Fame]
You got, he got, they got
M dot, O dot, P my [bad word] we got guns
Big ones, extra large heat
Humongous [bad word] that won't fit up under your car seat
Pop in a heart beat
Keep the cannon in my reach
Lay you flat on your back like you was tannin on the beach
We keep them [bad word] things full of hollows
And I'm from Christopher [bad word]  bang with the Wallace
Fit raw this [bad word] you ain't loco
You're buttocks big boy, your heart pumps Sunoco
Brownsville deep in my genes
I show you bad boy for real, keep thinking [bad word] is Peaches and Cream [bad word] you down, MO-Ps hunt ya down
Gun ya down, guns sing like blaow
Raise up [bad word] pot my biscuit for my [bad word] O.G. had quick [bad word] We got guns

[Hook]
You got, we got, they got (GUNS!)
Crazy ill, mad rowdy
I gots it locked
Bringing the noise, bringing the funk, pop the glock
But only if you feel this [bad word] You got, we got, they got (GUNS!)
Crazy ill, mad rowdy
I gots it locked
Bringing the noise, bringing the funk
You know that your through, done, finished.
 [bad word] 
Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun
I'm trying to cop some more property and a case of them guns
Sick society's got [bad word] protecting his fam [bad word] [bad word]  I got my own protection plan
Respect me man, I'm on a mission so to speak
You're too dumb to play your position so you meek
I'll trey 8 your meat [bad word] vacate the streets
Gang Starr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep
And even if you had a thought to move on us
Our fire power will devour, [bad word] you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no rep, hollows have you gasping
You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage [bad word] using all means necessary
It's only customary
It's you we got to bury
We'll dead your homo thug network
Head shots make your neck jerk
My marksman on the roof, he's an expert

[Billy Danze]
Who got a problem? It's already been established [bad word] through your town with a pound like a savage
Still throwing down on the grounds that I'm average
Can I hear it for a gangster? YEAH [bad word] It's always some [bad word] but it's always a clip
To re-route your doubts and see what you about
Your homeboy's a snitch and your boss man's a [bad word] We taking over these bricks (IS THAT SO?)
Doing underhanded [bad word]  I'll shoot you in your abdomen
You fraud, you're moving like a broad with this [bad word] [bad word] And you deserve a hole
In the back of your [bad word] head the doctor can't fix
On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
Spit one in your whip and flip your [bad word] over
Keep in mind whatever the nine spit
It's only as good as the [bad word] behind it [bad word] We got guns