Gun Talk

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Nineteen-mutha******-ninety-nine

Willie D

Retreat or get hit

I'm loved by few, hated by many

But guess what?

I don't give a *******t

( VERSE 1: Willie D )

****** it, in the bucket, ready for the drama

Finna heat this mutha******a up like Texas in the summer

Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly

Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly

My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial

I see caskets in your mutha****** future

If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, *******

Cause this rotten ******'s ain't never gonna be *******t

Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough

Cause I stopped knockin ******* out when my nuts got bigger

Bought me a gun and shot my first ******

Trigger-happy laws suck my ****-suckin *****

I have the paramedics cleanin out your ****** drawers

They put my mutha****** homie in the slammer, black

For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack

Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and *******t it out

Pork made when I hit a cop

I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures

My adversary makin wishes

But I ain't sparin them *******

I let my gun talk

Let it talk, ******

Let it, let it, let it, let it

I let my gun talk (2x)

( CHORUS: Young Noble & Willie D (2x) )

What would my gun say if it could talk to you

Shut your mutha****** mouth and put your hands to the roof

I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot

Act 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 hope

Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape ****

No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy

Constantly ****** ourself with no remedy

Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war

We ain't ready for what they got in store

From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers

In the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers

Hold up

( Young Noble )

******s dip when the flame spit, aim to hit

Y'all can't take *******t, we came to trip

Blame your ******* for suckin on my homeboy's ******

Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my click

That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth

That your ass can't cash, I blast your ass

And I ain't gotta flash a ******, Willie D'll pop ya

****** around, smoke your asses, ******

( Kastro )

We got this mutha******a head on lock

Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop

Hot shots, retarted, we ain't martyrs, we riders

Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us

Oh yeah, it's them ******s with them triggers that speak on it

Six figure killers, whatever you own, we want it

Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too

Now what the ****** is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you?

( Young Noble )

When you speak of ****, don't think of ****, think of me

Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e

Eat MC's like BLT's, ****** please

You a watergun soldier in blue fatigues

Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me

Losin DT's, right on the corner, a new street

You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again

Ain't life grim? I know it was meant

( CHORUS )

( Spice 1 )

My own Glock pistol whipped a ****** in the head

Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared"

My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe

So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto

Kept talkin *******t, seein haters come out and play

Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay

So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock

She was spittin back at us when you and me was on the block

My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna ****** Nina Ross

Said they gon' rape that ******* if she don't let em both toss

My Uzi change his own clips for me

Got my mutha****** mind playin tricks on me

It's sick, homie

Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen

Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture

Goin on a mission, killin ******s that's talkin *******t, and

No, we ain't missin, we aim straight and dippin

Bossallini slash killer slash real ******

****** Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill ******s

Got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I'm red-rum

Ridin on enemies, mobbin until my death come

( CHORUS )