Rashaan Miotoshi - Gunnin' lyrics

[Hook: Meko] Lonely nights, remember I couldn't get right Every night having spiritual & mental fights Now I'm Gunnin & the ending in sight Now I'm Gunnin & the ending in sight Every night having spiritual & mental fights But I'm down for the fight, n***a, every night Now I'm Gunnin & the ending in sight Now I'm Gunnin & the ending in sight [Verse 1: Meko] A couple n***as changed on me man, they hating on me & I thought we was cool, they just lame homies Man, that's cool cause my life f**ed up & everybody showing love, but they ain't got no love [Verse 2: Rashaan Miotoshi] Life's a b**h, then ya die, then ya die Keeping a couple blades on me, gone when I ride Drive real slow like them boys down in Texas All I drive is that Dodge, don't need no Lexus R.I.P. to the one & only Sean Price Flow ain't cheap, way too nice, gone check the price Some of the people I really f** with, ain't really family We ain't on the same page, can't understand me Always on some other sh**, if you catch my fade f** around, catch heat, like I'm Dwayne Wade On some real sh**, I don't like violence I stay at peace, no need to waste my time Push me far enough, bet I won't be nice Spark your a** in the elevator, Ray Rice [Interlude: QP5000] Yeah, I go by QP5000, man Ma**ive hustle WORLDLORD$ What up, Gho$twriter? Komato$e? What's good, man? Check it [Verse 3: QP5000] Yeah, you see I'm gunnin' See you runnin' Duck behind something I know you scared I see you shaking 'Cause my crew coming I dance around you clowns like Muhammad Ali I move too quick, can't put a hand on me They be like who is QP, I never heard of you Give me the pen and paper and I bet I f**in' murder Dispose of yo body, put ya face on a milk carton So be careful about what the hell you startin' 'Cause you in deep trouble my attack is relentless Ma**ive Hustle is the team and ya can't get wit us [Bridge x3: QP5000] Wordlords taking over like pinky and the brain So stay in yo f**in lane before ya face get rearranged [Verse 4: Gho$twriter] We the Warlords Speedin off from a wartorn warzone, makin off with your who*e Each equipped by 1 of our 4 swords But we got 9's too if gunnin is your sport We just here for the take over We bout to give ya life and ya wife an extreme make over Teach a b**h new tricks like Shake Rover If she don't agree, then that b**h is a lake roamer We reppin from all across the map Arizona to Virginia, Baton Rouge and back Ackin rude & clappin dudes that's wack It's Gho$t, Komato$e, Maestro, & 5 Stacks And we don't give a f** if you white or black It's all about the plight and how you fight back All I know is how to write raps Rockin f**in shows & wearin tight hats [Verse 5: Komato$e] These is my ride-or-die's, goin' hard from winter to fall I ain't mean to do this to 'em, but I'll f**in' k** 'em all Committing fratricide like Mao-Tse-Tung When I'm steppin' up into the spot, they all mouth "Satan" Still number 1 If I had a #1 single, y'all still wouldn't hear me 'cause I got a problem with boppers, cops, opps, and robbers Head bangers, neck slangers, I hate everybody, partner And I like it this way Though you might be dismayed That just makes me like it that much more To this day, I'll stay the #1 n***a steady gunnin' without a gat Shots go off on our side and then your cousin's wearing black With the rest of your family Man it be mannequin work To model for what you shouldn't do when you managin' work It's standard that a few n***as die in the streets Pull up, skrrt off, shoot some n***as in they spleens Sometimes it's for fun, sometimes it's for the CREAM I'm the down-south Jesus, turnin' water to lean My n***as all hittin' licks tryna get that wealth You see, the d** is the escape when you can't escape yourself They think I'm serious when I'm takin' the piss Bangers so ignorant that they bring in the bliss Get popped like Cris' bottles in the B.I.G era Or B.I.G in the Dre era WORLDLORD$, we made terror Gotta get up, smoke, but I rarely roll Step back I see you hoes out plottin', but we ahead, go a step back Before they try to run us outchea Peep the artist name, that's who's runnin' sh** outchea [Outro: Komato$e] *burps* One more for good measure Yeah, baby Yeah, baby Yeah, baby You'll see what I mean by one more in a second Baby