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Throw Your Guns (Explicit)
2,810
Hip-Hop/Rap
Throw Your Guns (Explicit) was released on January 1, 1997 by Interscope as a part of the album The Album
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1997
LabelInterscope
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
AZ
Performer
Half a Mill
Half a Mill
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
Jasun Wardlaw
Jasun Wardlaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Poke
Poke
Producer
Poke & Tone for Track Masters Entertainment
Poke & Tone for Track Masters Entertainment
Producer
Tone
Tone
Producer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe
Yo, yo, big boys play for large sums, yeah, uh-huh
Even bitches got their shit tight
Aight, if you're with us throw your guns up, what the fuck
Form a Philly, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 2]
You acquired the knowledge
My brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin' god from the projects
It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
Who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin' the stars
Yo, the conquest is ours
Mission accomplished, shittin' on Congress
Benz whipped with the six
On this eight trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run
From affilions, willions exile your team like Indians
Your style's a dream
We pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
The same streets you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout **** hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians
Calicos spittin' in
**** splittin' in the same position they sittin' in
What sentencin'
We got too much Benjamins
We even got triple six IBM plastic currency with chips in them
Images of Quentin in
My **** lay back
We use to pump a G, now we pump 100k packs
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-mat
What part of the game's that the curse, my hot verse is flame rap
Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
All my bitches mine 'til they bring crack
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick right, and sip right
If you're with us throw your guns up, what the fuck
Form a Philly, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 4]
What, from NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM
Guns bussin', stash house out in flushing
Corruption, killer mental is foul adjustin'
Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life
Back off kikes, focus for **** who lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies
Short-i's, so many makin' livin' off lies
Anti up, hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up
It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck
Hot pursuit, a real splittin' image of Pop Duke
Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots
So what'cha grow Shelley, I lit his game so sincerely
Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me
So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours
Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws
[Verse 5]
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick right, and sip right
If you're with us throw your guns up, what the fuck
Form a Philly, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 6]
Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol
Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat
Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I
Look in my eye, praisin' Allah, project aimin' rod
Greatest star Agbar, pushin' a hot car
Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment
I grab mics and I explain it
How I went from the brawns to the brainless
To the minds of the wise and the famous
****'s wives admire the guy's arrangers
Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king
It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing
We in to better things like wettin' the brains
Jumpin' outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link
Up in the club buyin' drinks, bitches eyein' the spinks
Hustlers haters hate us, my guns say 'fuck what they think'
Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink
[Verse 7]
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin' dick right, and sip right
If you're with us throw your guns up, what the fuck
Form a Philly, cock your shit back and bust
[Verse 8]
Bitches got their shit tight
If you're with us throw your guns up, what the fuck
Form a Philly, cock your shit back and bust
Written by: Anthony Cruz, Barnes Samuel J, Jasun Wardlaw, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel Barnes
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