Willie D - Gun Talk (Feat. Outlawz & Spice 1) lyrics

Da-da-da-da-da-da Da - da - da - da - da Nineteen-muthaf**in-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a sh** [ verse 1: Willie D ] f** it, in the bucket, ready for the drama Finna heat this muthaf**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 muthaf**in future If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, b**h Cause this rotten n***a's ain't never gonna be sh** Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough Cause I stopped knockin b**hes out when my nuts got bigger Bought me a gun and shot my first n***a Trigger-happy laws s** my c***-s**in balls I have the paramedics cleanin out your f**in drawers They put my muthaf**in homie in the slammer, black For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and sh** 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 b**hes I let my gun talk Let it talk, n***a Let it, let it, let it, let it I let my gun talk (2x) [ chorus: Young Noble