เนื้อเพลง Gun Talk - Ja Rule
เนื้อเพลง Gun Talk
[Chorus]
Well b*tch n*ggaz get you of the grind, n*gga grab the nine and
Well fake n*ggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, n*gga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real n*ggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's n*gga
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just n*ggaz getting money, f*cking all the b*tches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his buisness
Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these n*ggaz
Now I got the full speed n*ggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done f*cking these same b*tches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
N*ggaz can't be this stupid
It's Gun Talk, n*ggaz better get used to it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to f*ck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
F*ck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
The whitness and the polla
Weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
N*ggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a n*gga food
I murder with real bombs
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[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of coke, n*ggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, n*ggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send n*ggaz up
F*cking stick n*ggaz up, these b*tch n*ggaz touch
It's all about violence, real n*ggaz is silenced
And know these n*ggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I f*ck the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk
when I holla your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of
[Chorus]