Lyrics Gunz In Da Air - Capone-N-Noreaga
{*unknown
voice
does
a
22
second
intro*}
(Noreaga)
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo
I
told
them
cats,
niggaz
better
cop
some
mac′s
Now
they
stuck
with
them
handguns
I
thug
it
out
with
T.B.,
and
Johnny
Handsome
I
hand
none
niggaz
no
credit,
you
see
I'm
iller
than
most
I′m
kinda
illy
with
the
hands,
but
I'm
iller
with
toast
My
guns
go
pow,
so
how
you
like
me
now?
Been
in
your
hood,
niggaz
ain't
that
gangsta
Yeah
y′all
overrated,
so
we
gonna
do
it
or
not?
Or
we
can
go
to
Iraq
on
M.U.
block
I
have
my
pitbulls
tear
you
up
I
have
my
lil′
homies
in
the
hood,
come
and
just,
scare
you
up
You
don't
- be
in
the
hood,
you
a
weak-ass
clown
And
when
you
come
through,
you
have
your
niggaz
holdin
you
down
And
when
- I
hold
heat
I
just
hold
it
for
delf
Why
ask
a
- nigga
to
shoot
when
I′ma
buck
myself?
I
keep
my
gun
by
my
dick
so
I
can
touch
myself
(Chorus)
It
go
guns
in
the
air,
guns
in
the
air
Us
Thugged
Out
niggaz
keep
our
guns
in
the
air
Guns
in
the
air,
guns
in
the
air
Us
M.U.
niggaz
keep
our
guns
in
the
air,
what?
(N)
Bout
to
lock
the
whole
shit
down,
so
holla
at
the
dog
(N)
Bout
to
lock
the
whole
shit
down,
so
holla
at
the
dog
Aiyyo
guns
in
the
air,
guns
in
the
air
Us
grimy-ass
niggaz
keep
our
guns
in
the
air,
what?
(Noreaga)
Yo,
I
keep
chapped
lips,
I
smoke
(?)
blunts
I
used
to
shop
in
Albee
Square.
But
now
I
shop
in
Queens,
I
tell
my
niggaz
I'll
be
here
On
M.U.
block
yo
cause
I
don′t
care
With
my
nigga
Mike
(?)
blow
'dro
through
the
sunroof
Jeckyll′n'Hyde
and
purple
haze
And
I
still
be
in
Brooklyn,
and
party
with
Maze
I
got
a
ghetto
pass,
yo
and
still
I
let
the
metal
blast
Click
click
click,
niggaz
is
assed
We
Thugged
Out,
them
niggaz
that'll
steal
your
stash
If
you
a
bitch,
yo
we
niggaz
that′ll
slap
your
ass
Whattup
cliqua?
We
can
be
lah,
M-A
And
stab
these
niggaz
up,
no
problem-a
And
leave
′em
leaked
out,
stab
him
in
his
ass
have
a
cheek
out
Have
'em
trapped
in
the
room,
can′t
sneak
out
With
a
sign
on
the
door,
that
say
keep
out
(Chorus)
w/
minor
variations
(Noreaga)
Yo.
I
made
a
song
about
"Hed"
and
now
bitches
love
me
They
knowin
they
can
give
me
head
but
they
can't
fuck
me
I
ran
trains
for
Nino,
even
my
old
C.O.
I
even
ran
trains
with
my
A&R
Gino
Sometimes,
I
drink
Smirnoff
without
no
juice
And
I′ma
ride
for
my
niggaz,
Baby
D
and
Dukes
Thugged
Out
and
M.U.,
we
just
tripled
our
troops
We
added
more
niggaz,
and
gave
'em
gats
and
boots
And
for
the
niggaz
that
bend
down
get
minks
and
goose
See
me,
I′m
not
greedy,
not
at
all
Hit
me
at
the
office,
yo
2-1-2,
5-6-3,
8-4-8-4
So
why
y'all
niggaz
gon'
wait
for,
runnin
out
of
state
for?
Money
faulty,
why
you
wanna
cop
an
eight
for?
Been
through,
too
much
drama
and
too
much
war
Hurryin,
for
so
long,
now
it′s
time
to
score,
it
go
(Chorus)
w/
minor
variations
(Noreaga)
Gangsta.
we
just
thugs.
we
just
hustlers.
M.U.
what?
We
just
gangstaz.
we
just
thugs.
we
just
hustlers.
M.U.
what?
Has
been
nigga.
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voice
from
intro
does
outro*}
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