Let The Guns Blow Remix

Intro
Yo, yo, what up man, Nut man, what up man?
Yo, what's poppin' po?
Fuck man, let's get at these niggas man
Niggas think we playin' man
They don't want it son, Queensbridge to flush man, let's get it

Verse 1: Nutso
It's a celebration, bitches, I just came home
I'ma take it back to beepers and public pay phones
Shootouts in broad daylight with Blaq Po
Chrome on my hip, white powder on my sneakers sole
Leave a nigga Peter Rolled, head shots, eat his toast
Dump it by the sewer, make sure the neighbors don't see it though
Yeah, I'm on the streets for sure, meet me by the corner store
Got kush, one coke, for quarters in the meter, yo
24-Hour surveillance by the window
Wife, you wanna snitch, turn the bitch to a widow
Black dresses, black coffin, the Mac often
I leave niggas on the sidewalk and body chalk thin
Brains on the front porch where we let the flames spark
Now you got your name and your picture on the wall
Rest in peace to all my G's, the held heaters
Held up banks at point blank, smoking reefer

Hook:
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Niggas getting touched, yo
Fuck around, the guns bust, yo
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Niggas getting touched, yo
Fuck around, the guns bust, yo

Verse 2: Blaq Poet
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Shit ain't a game, I'm taking aim
And niggas getting touched, yo
I'm so determined, I'm steaming, I'm burning
Repping the hood, 12th street, 10th street, they're burning
It's a problem, I'm here to wreck shit
I'm on some break your neck shit
Niggas hitting the exit
That the smartest thing you can
Do don't hurt yourself
Unless you wanna murk yourself
It so real in the field yo
On a hill in Timberlands with the steel toe
I spit lungi on a police cruiser
And that's for all my three-time losers
All the hustlers, gangsters, and goonies
Across New York, my duns out in QB
This is one you can wild out to
Get high, get drunk, and foul out to

Hook:
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Niggas gettin' touched yo, fuck around, the guns bust yo
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Niggas gettin' touched yo, fuck around, the guns bust yo

Verse 3: Nutso & Blaq Poet
It's so gangsta, it's black rageous
You can't avoid this, you must face this
No more fake shit
Court cases
Handcuffs be our bracelets
We're guilty, your honor, we the bodies in the basement
Look at our faces, we've been many places
Two major motherfuckers, covering all bases
Straight C-Lo, no aces
Nut & Po collaboration
Bash Brothers, this is history in the making

Hook:
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Niggas getting touched, yo
Fuck around, the guns bust, yo
It's Blaq Po and Nutso
Niggas getting touched, yo
Fuck around, the guns bust, yo

Outro:
Rest in peace, K.L
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