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Текст песни Willie D f Outlawz, Spice 1 - Gun Talk

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Da-da-da-da-da-daDa - da - da - da - daNineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nineWillie DRetreat or get hitI`m loved by few, hated by manyBut guess what?I don`t give a shit[ VERSE 1: Willie D ]Fuck it, in the bucket, ready for the dramaFinna heat this muthafucka up like Texas in the summerTrauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jellyLeavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the bellyMy adversaries want me dead, my survival`s crucialI see caskets in your muthafuckin futureIf you`re neutral, stay the hell away from me, bitchCause this rotten nigga`s ain`t never gonna be shitMom did her best, but I guess her best wasn`t good enoughCause I stopped knockin bitches out when my nuts got biggerBought me a gun and shot my first niggaTrigger-happy laws suck my cock-suckin ballsI have the paramedics cleanin out your fuckin drawersThey put my muthafuckin homie in the slammer, blackFor a stray shooter and a gramm of crackDamn, this track make me wanna eat it up and shit it outPork made when I hit a copI`m havin dreams of bloody picturesMy adversary makin wishesBut I ain`t sparin them bitchesI let my gun talkLet it talk, niggaLet it, let it, let it, let itI let my gun talk (2x)[ CHORUS: Young Noble & Willie D (2x) ]What would my gun say if it could talk to youShut your muthafuckin mouth and put your hands to the roofI promise I won`t shoot, give me all the lootAct cute, and I got a shot for all of you[ Kastro ]I`m at the end of my rope, I can`t pretend I see hopeDescendants of kings and queens, we can`t even escape dopeNo need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemyConstantly fuckin ourself with no remedyLet me tell it, we ain`t ready for warWe ain`t ready for what they got in storeFrom all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiersIn the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollersHold up[ Young Noble ]Niggas dip when the flame spit, aim to hitY`all can`t take shit, we came to tripBlame your bitch for suckin on my homeboy`s dickSaid she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my clickThat`s what you get, never write a check with your mouthThat your ass can`t cash, I blast your assAnd I ain`t gotta flash a nigga, Willie D`ll pop yaFuck around, smoke your asses, nigga[ Kastro ]We got this muthafucka head on lockUntil we see results, I don`t care, we won`t stopHot shots, retarted, we ain`t martyrs, we ridersHoller if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear usOh yeah, it`s them niggas with them triggers that speak on itSix figure killers, whatever you own, we want itWillie D want it, and sucker, I do tooNow what the fuck is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you?[ Young Noble ]When you speak of dope, don`t think of dope, think of meY-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-eEat MC`s like BLT`s, nigga pleaseYou a watergun soldier in blue fatiguesShoot to freeze, eternally you journey with meLosin DT`s, right on the corner, a new streetYou choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose againAin`t life grim? I know it was meant[ CHORUS ][ Spice 1 ]My own Glock pistol whipped a nigga in the headCause he said, "I wouldn`t buy the infrared"My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoeSo I filed down a pin, made him fully autoKept talkin shit, seein haters come out and playTell me he homesick, wanna go back to the BaySo we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. GlockShe was spittin back at us when you and me was on the blockMy two homies Smith & Wesson wanna fuck Nina RossSaid they gon` rape that bitch if she don`t let em both tossMy Uzi change his own clips for meGot my muthafuckin mind playin tricks on meIt`s sick, homieSpeakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listenKissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty pictureGoin on a mission, killin niggas that`s talkin shit, andNo, we ain`t missin, we aim straight and dippinBossallini slash killer slash real niggaFuck Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill niggasGot me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I`m red-rumRidin on enemies, mobbin until my death come[ CHORUS ]

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