Gunz N' Butta Lyrics
I hear you; you know the problem wit you little niggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world
And you don't know shit. I see you got yourself a little
Business going well that's good,
That's good you make that paper but when you makin
Paper you gotta learn some rules to go wit it.
You gotta learn the difference between Gunz and Butta.
There are two types of niggas in this world,
Niggas wit Gunz and niggas wit Butta.
Now what are the Gunz? The gunz that's the real estate,
That's stocks and bonds, art work you know shit that
Appreciates with value. What's the Butta?
Cars, clothes, jewelry all that other bullshit that
Don't mean shit after you buy it that's what it's all about Gunz and Butta
Belly I foreva play like my bosses resume
I'm the best man wit that girl in white like a wedding day [Vado]
I don't hesitate 32 of this levitate 2 clips spittin
I go more rounds then a feather weight
[Slimeee]You know the name nigga,
Street life intelligence money is everything nigga
All this dro wit no color ya'll paintin plain pictures
And every flick I'm fly like a plane picture
Sittin wit dame, killa at round tables
Tellin me I'm the next nigga uptown able
To be the one boo-tongue showin the brown label
Bet, it's goin down and that Interscope is the found label
Rollie date just but the face done
Find slidin in the same harlem bitches that mase fucked
(And) that cam fucked (and) main fucked
(And) that man fucked Harlem nigga I man up hardest
Nigga to stand up (slime at) son of mark
Too many niggas is askin bout him they want a job
Remember wearing Zion bar from bob aliar
In the streets they see me like V
I fucks wit all, this that can't fucka can't fuck'em
Bring Thunder wit me trey-five on me Durant's numba
Tan butta seat hot wit the grams unda,
Man hunta till the day they free my man gutta!
See you know what the problem is?
You're too slow to go, your too overwhelmed to understand
And your too tight to get loose No Homo but I found
Out hate is extra baggage so I just carry on.
Stoops I done sat in those, Coups I done crashed in those
Money, Cash, Hoes bastard till the casket close I don't
Hustle for props it's a passion ho
Make deposits, my closets a fashion show
I'm due allah you aint muslim you gassin bro,
You aint eatin so you tell them that you fasten yo
Sixteen round oozy clip remove a bitch like Ludacris,
Excuse miss pardon I'm busy reading movie scripts
Spike Lee intent, yeah it's me again
Skeet ya girl, beat her friend tell them till we meet again
Lane surva slash gat squirta
This (idk) vs fat burger
This is loitering against a mass murder
This a ponzi scam vs a cat burglar
Crack server vs a kingpin
I got what you want you want it bring ten
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