Guns High - Ace Hood, R. City

We come from a city where the young dies

So why not get to use and push your guns high

Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try

The streets hot from the night to the sunrise

And this is what it sounds like

Came up from the ground now

I woke up on the morning yawnin', mind addicted to money

Grab the clip and them hundreds and half a ounce of that scummy

Ready to hit the block, tryna to seek em before they tell me

If I don’t make it home, tell my mama to pray for me

I’m a get it cuz I gotta, raced in it from the bottom

Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me props

Niggas they want me dead, and I swear that it ain’t no stoppin

I’mma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket

Play the eighth for you haters, they see me at corner packin

We the best that’s the lesson, I take you pussys to college

Imagine me, I’m Gutta, to be the best is a habit

I swear that til I parish, I keep these pussies in panic

We come from a city where the young dies

So why not get to use and push your guns high

Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try

The streets hot from the night to the sunrise

And this is what it sounds like

Came up from the ground now

Watch me move through the city, caught up in my religion

Only vision to get it, is to take it without a witness

Say that they want me dead and it’s fuck em, that’s my decision

Fuck em with middle fingers, them punks in the penitentary

Walk the block with this energy, give a mug at my enemy

Tell em who they supposed to be, hang em up like a poster be

Play em like monopoly, til the end of my time I be

G.U.T.T.A, Mr. H double-o D, the prodigy

Tell em they can follow me, only cabbage and celery

Gettin money heavily, smokin up on that privately

Ain’t no vegitarians, play with me and you burn with me

Better have a pass to hit my streets with the courtesy, NIGGA

We come from a city where the young dies

So why not get to use and push your guns high

Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try

The streets hot from the night to the sunrise

And this is what it sounds like

Came up from the ground now

Life from the ghetto, we be real-al

People only recognize, the real-al

Cops hate because we don’t squeal-al

But we don’t give a fuck bout how them feel-el

See ain’t nobody stoppin way, tell them fast seat back away

Love where we come from, know where we come from

We don’t care bout what them got to say

Let them know that we do not play, takin' over soon as they

Let us open the door, so we can shibbi-dibbi do ba deh

We come from a city where the young dies

So why not get to use and push your guns high

Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try

The streets hot from the night to the sunrise

And this is what it sounds like

Came up from the ground now

We come from a city where the young dies

So why not get to use and push your guns high

Bout to lose and that’s the reason why we must try

The streets hot from the night to the sunrise

And this is what it sounds like

Came up from the ground now