How Many Guns
    (专辑: Walk Witt Me - 2003)
    
    [Verse 1]  Yeah!  I 
know how to do this, daddy  I 
done made more trips south than Luda's caddy  I 
done been on the 
block, bust off the 
glock  and dealt with more beef than a 
fucking patty  Sheek ain't fucking wit' y'all, want nothing with y'all  you ain't gon' rat on me, before that a 
whole clip will be left of ease  body left somewhere in a 
dumpster laid on pee (can't you see?)  I'm a 
mothafuckin thug, you would think I'm on every drug  But I 
aint, just 'gnac and an occasional (?), nigga  My crate out in the 
front wit a 
deuce deuce a 
Newport and half of my weight out  When they dry they bring the 
other half of the 
plate out  I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it  I 
got tommy guns like the 
ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah!   [Hook]  Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?  Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease  How many guns?  Just a 
few, we can do it in broad day to see the 
kind of work I 
do  Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?  Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease  How many guns?  Just a 
few,I'm quick on the 
trigga, I'm Sheek Louch the 
Guerilla, nigga   [Verse 2]  Woo! There's so much tension  Sheek let it off in broad day and I 
ain't squinching  Gat to my face and I 
ain't flinching  Somebody staying there like detention  And you ain't gotta like me, homie  But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoself  That way everything you think can stay in yo brain  Nose in the 
'caine, but that's yo biz  If it's my work to be sniffin up, then next week  it's gon' be six niggaz pickin up yo bitch-ass body  No chest under your suit, that ain't cute  Loud-mouth niggaz ain't the 
mute (yeah)  I'm the 
reason for locks on the 
door  I'm the 
reason why Coast Guards is on the 
shore  Open up, made Poppi have to lower his (?)  Mom and Pop put a 
number spotter in the 
back of the 
store, (Cmon!)   [Hook]   [Verse 3]  I 
throw spinners on the 
18-wheeler  And pull up with a 
bunch of naked bitches in the 
D-Block trailer  Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?  Sheek be on some shit like flies in a 
bee  My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads  Money dirty so I 
need to do a 
laundry load  I 
don't blow up I 
make the 
whole town explode  Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code  Sheek gets off the 
clutch  Doin Donuts in the 
street, I 
make smoke screens without a 
Dutch  They gon' need a 
gas mask for you  Baby boy, I 
go hard  I 
break bones like Jackass dudes  How many guns?  Just a 
few, but you never know what you gon' get till the 
shell come through  Blood, sweat, and tears  'Gnac and some beers  You ain't heard no shit like this in years   [Hook]