Guns For Life - Wu-Block, Styles P, Ghostface Killah

I love my heat

Yeah

Yall know what it is

You know it stay hot

It’s a little tale about my gun

Feel the neck on that nigga

That’s my homie

UH

Yo

A yo I kept the same gun for nine years

Navy blue Glock in the blue safe right upstairs

I made sure that little nigga stayed warm

Tucked him under my pillow

In case the robbers come I gotta perform

Kiss him night night muah read him bedtime stories

Times I just stared at him

The Glock forty

His belly stay full and he on a strict diet

I feed him lead he good he at ease when fired

Go to sleep mr gat

I had to do a double for two days

And this the only way I get back

Besides changing your diaper meaning your clip

Got niggas deficating in shit bags

They’re full of shit

The hook

The hook is a sample from friends of distinction (and I love him)

Sheik louch

Yeah

That’s still my nigga though son

I can’t live without him

Special relationship with that mother fucker

You feel me right?

You feel me ghost?

WU BLOCK

I knew him ever since he was nine

Now he twenty two thinking he’s forty five

That nigga is live

Like to come with me everywhere when I drive

Trouble maker same time keep you alive

His ego too big he be getting pumped

I told him chill

He said it’s better when you’re getting jumped

No matter how you face me

No matter where you place me

Since the day that I was born I ain’t have safety

He went from Y O to staten that’s real talk

He hung with puff he was with shine in club new york

Now he with me

He hurt em like angela jolie with them babies

I raised him up from 380's

I raised him up from 380's

I raised him up from 380's

The hook

Styles P

That WU BLOCK shit nigga

Yeah

I still pour liquor after I pop bottles

Got a friend named deuce nickel the cops got him

Back then when the coke price was rock bottom

I robbed a lot of spots with him and im not lying

Then I got knocked with him and the cops kept him

I reminisce and get high over a lot of weapons

Got a friend named nine

Caught up in the murder one

I ain’t seen him since

Cause my man had to murder something

Homie named 38 he popped with me

And it ain’t to often that he’s not with me

You call him your guns

I call him my friends

Pop it off or keep it tucked

Guess it all will depend yeah

The hook