Gunplay - Gunplay lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Run with me or run from me The worse come to worst It's only gonna be gunplay Feel me n***a [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm sittin' at the table Countin' my money Ain't where I wanna be But I got a few hundred Lot of talk on the street Like a n***a crossin' me (true) Well it's something I gotta see Is it how chain swing Tired of my face Telling lies gettin' n***as wives tied up and raped Similar to the mob Deeper than the rap All you n***as gettin' robbed All the cell phones tapped Bullet in my head Bullet in my chest Yeah they want a n***a dead They envy my success To be loved, to be loved Oh what a feeling 100 rounds in the drum n***as get wacked no sympathy for the soft n***as snitchin' I know b**hes who clippin' you dick off I'm a boss, champagne with the steak Pink Rosay jason, ace by the case Brisco line 2, young n***a what it do? He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her through That's love we go back to the blue house And if she bad enough may take her to the new house My Maserati be the new body Got ya girls panties wetter than a pool party, n***a I got her sleepin' in the king size Last night I had that b**h sittin' ringside [Hook: Gunplay] You wanna go that route? (go there) I been on this road before I know gunplay, you know gunplay (yeah) Shooting for the win, but ready for the loss Both lines on the tip of my finger Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron When I'm swingin' that iron Ain't thinkin' 'bout time Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine Ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin' [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My n***as so street, my swishers so sweet All this money on the table, how a n***a gon' sleep? Speculation of my deal, it was over 10 mil Blowin herb, chauffer plus a home in ??? Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill murder inc I race slip n slide, they arraign me in the mink Look Ted in the eye, it's the end of the road And the birth of Maybach, mean I'm gettin more dough Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor When ya cross Florida line, boy I'm your leader b**by boys still, b**by boys real You can name a lot of lames that the b**by boys k**ed Brisco line 2, young n***a what it do? Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through Thats love we go back to the blue house And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house [Hook] [Verse 3: Gunplay] Gettin' how I'm livin' it Damn near dyin' for every digit I get f** they know 'bout that? I ain't never put sh** on the line Just sh** in they rhymes I shoot a n***a sh**tin' around These internet n***as, these ain't a threat n***as Never seen a laptop in the projects n***a Just powder, cut with comet f** them comets, convicts ain't buyin' it If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it Dont get a n***a fired up behind some f** sh** My n***a then what then? Who that behind the curtain I'll murk 'em Wizard of Oz a** n***as Hidin' behind money, hidin' behind luxury Shootin' up all that f** sh** It's getting ugly Got Torch on the line, says he got a couple 9's Told him grab 2, bring 'em on through [Hook]