[Intro]nBreath heavy got that haze in my lungs,nI aint nothin but a raisen in the sun,nma fuckers dont be playin whare I'm from,nthink its a game when can take it to the gunsnCops comin then I'm blazin that thumb,nthey wanna put me in the cage here they come,nma fuckers dont be playin whare I'm from,nthink its a game we can take it to the gunsnn[Chorrus]nBorn in the gutter, raised in the slumsnI dont like talkin we can take it to the guns,ngot a problem with somethin im sayin to you son,ntake it how you want it, we can take it to the gunsnnBorn in the gutter, raised in the slumsnI dont like talkin we can take it to the guns,nyea you beside me and now you playin with my guns,nI'm a take you to blood, we can take it to the gunsnn[Verse 1]nI dunno what they doin over there,nbut guns go off over here,nI dont no if they shoot fair ones or shake hands over there,nbut guns go off over here,nI dunno if they from outta town or if they lost over there,nbut homie this New York over here, get chopped over here,nno worries to bust over here, we dont go get guns, we walk wit em, yea,nI dont no what they say in them courts over there,nbut aint no body soft over here, get coffed over here,ndont no body talk over here,nwe take ourtime and go up north over here,neverybody always say chill let it slide,nniggas violate you when they say let it ride,nride or die niggas never hide,nand the ones who always say let it ride, they never ride,nso quick to swear on who ever died,nswearin on your man and you no you just lied,nbut you shouldn't take a mans pride,nniggas take kindness for weakness,nthats why I'm never kind,nalways see things comin i was never blind,nto me its 13 0'clock im ahead of time,nI no you through my man so you aint no friend of mine,nhit you 7 times wit the barretta 9,no parden yourself if I have to say it 7 times,n14 a hundred shot mac multiplies,nspoke with gang sign language, said slice pack,nI spoke with body language and gave him his knife back,nso dont ever ask why I'm takin it like that,nbecause I took it how you put it, now take it right back,nn[Chorrus]nBorn in the gutter, raised in the slumsnI dont like talkin we can take it to the guns,ngot a problem with somethin im sayin to you son,ntake it how you want it, we can take it to the gunsnnBorn in the gutter, raised in the slumsnI dont like talkin we can take it to the guns,nyea you beside me and now you playin with my guns,nI'm a take you to blood, we can take it to the gunsnn[Verse 2]nI smoke a large portion for cheaper,nmy gun game sick like a cough and fever,nniggas straight birds like a hawlk and geizer,nbut they run on you like a horse and a cheeta,nwe real niggas so when we walk through they great us,npull over and talk to us egor,nwhy your man keep pealin off when he see us,nhe one of them hot head niggas, cant wont cool off in the freezer,nthats my word I chase his boss out his sneakers,nthe nigga ran so fast he lost his adidas,neven as a student had the force of a leader,ntalked to teachers with thoughts of a thinker,nme and him strong side by side, dont try to walk in between us,neven stand beside us or lay underneath us,njackson like michael, flip keys like alicia,npull mats like burney to get friends like aretha,npigs playin for keps, them hogs wanna keep us,nbecause we walk the walk and talk with the nina,nI'm tossin the heata, I aint tryin to get cought without it,nbut I ain't tryin to get cought with it neither,nn[Chorrus]nBorn in the gutter, raised in the slumsnI dont like talkin we can take it to the guns,ngot a problem with somethin im sayin to you son,ntake it how you want it, we can take it to the gunsnnBorn in the gutter, raised in the slumsnI dont like talkin we can take it to the guns,nyea you beside me and now you playin with my guns,nI'm a take you to blood, we can take it to the gunsnn[Verse 3]nYou dont really wanna take it there, us real dudes smell fear,nall the crack heads say they love you when you let em get by,nall they really love is crack, they just wanna get high,nin my hood they dont care about a couple of chumps,nwhen the gun boys come, all they want is them guns,nbut when the narcs snatch you up, it shatter dreams,nbecause they bag you and bag a fein,nthe judge threw the book at my man, we had a team,njudges like throwin books, thats why i throw magazines,nyall got a lotta drama and a lil nina, ya grills gotta get a lil meana,nif I wanna say fuck you, i aint gunna give you the middle finger,nreal niggas say fuck you with the triger finger,nrun on your block and hit you like a bolita,nI toke ninas and poke feevers, and park rims for you,nscheme and plot smart schames for you,nafter they bang with you they call the man on you,nhe snitchin on his own colors, smart man for you,nthe white man cought you becuse the dark man saw you,nheard when they hoped outta that dark van on you,nyour whole fear bounced, even your ark ran on you,nwhat you expect niggas to spark candals for you,nthat gun aint jammed on you, your hearts jammed on you,nspoke with gang sign language, said slice pack,nI spoke with body language and gave him his knife back,ndont ever ask why im takin it like that,nI took it how you put it, now take it right back,nnI lost a whole lotta homies to the gun,nkillas will chase you to ya grave if you run,n20 ta life they aint playin wit you son,nso think befor you take it to the gun