My Guns is All I Got to Bust - Solomon Childs

My guns is all I got to bust*\nMy dogs is all I got to trust\nMy guns is all I got to bust\nMy thugs is all I got to trust\nAiyo, Staten Island, back by popular demand\nThe revolver’s put a silence through your bullshit noise\nAnd you would swear I was from New Orleans\nThe way I move like hot boys, you with old school gangstas\nTwo-on-two, blowing ratchets in a compact room\nYou niggaz the type to hit the buddha, and start yelling\nHow it’s getting, cold in the room, though shall respect God\nYou doing it for the rap, I’m doing it for kingpin niggaz\nReminiscing on they re-ennacts\nStreet messiah, we playing cops and robbers\nAnd I’m give you and your click, the benefit, pa\nCuz I know you couldn’t be that scared to move\nJust the lyrics got your feet frozen\nAnd I was schooled by the masters, baby\nYet many have come, but only a few have been chosen\nNew millennium, ultimate thug music\nNew York City, throw up your hands and get money\nNew millennium, ultimate thug music\nThe dirty south, throw up your hands and get money\nNew millennium, ultimate thug music\nThe west coast, throw up your hands and get money\nNew millennium, ultimate thug music\nThe whole world, throw up your hands and get money\nOn the road to repeat, time to connect, let the sky rain with money\nMomma’ll never have to pull up to the projects no more\nLife’s like a hustle, dealing with good or bad connects\nHoods and blacks, with mags, livers and techs\nWhen went from visiting floors, taking weed out of Sharea pussy\nTo the glamour life, with tours\nBitching throwing the pussy, huh, and what it look like\nMy momma and my papa struggling, hovering over a table\nAs if I don’t generate money, like the charge of electric\nWhen it connects to a cable, baby\nAnd I’mma show you non believers in the industry, how to make an equal\nTo push a five hundred, playing «Spend"by Lord Superb\nAnd what you say don’t matter\nWe strike the shephard and the sheep’ll scatter\nWho want problems?