Letras:
Stick To Your Guns For The Kids By The Kids

been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on your horn [horn noise

cars with the gator skin in 'em Now I got pretty women all around the world If I been in your city probably pound your girl Had her stretched out swimmin

of love A thunder clap unbearable to the burst of guns Get your fucking face blown off by the inertia Post-murder cult burn? vertigo, hollow tips insertable Pop your

like me to get your game like that Young nigga, you could get a smack for that I'm that nigga who brought the afro back And pat your back and then I turn

blink of an eye And if you see your cloning on a street walking by Keep a running for your life cause only one will survive War is in the street and it

Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by

legend You die first, then become famous 'Cuz I done seen this type of thing before Just hangin' out by the corner store Stick up kids wit them guns galore

aah, doc da code name, murgin' proclaims off the lot Yeah, I'm takin' full blame, I'm hard headed cat fitted for rhymes I touch up your shaper when Doc

is on his shelf As for myself, I went for self 'cause myself needs financial Health and wealth like KI's for G's 'Cause cocaine KI's is for those who