Mathematics - Gun Talk lyrics

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Mathematics - Gun Talk lyrics

[StreetLife] This is it, back in the mix and sh** Verbal gymnast, watch how we flip the script Doors we split, money ain't rebuild the click Check the real sh** n***as die for pose in they whips Now we rich and some n***as smelling they piss I still murder anyone of y'all f**ing with this We convicts, time served with no jail visits I'm out now and if you ain't rolling with this It's no love, it's no hugs, I ain't friends with ya And you can catch a slug if the Clan say 'Get Ya' Street Life do anything to get richer I'll murder you just to put my face in your picture Why it's like that? I don't play with rap I got dough to stack, a whole bowl of cracks In the blocks, it's slowing, I ain't going back So I'm f**ing with Wu when I'm bringing my gats [multiple gun shots] [Hook: Buddah Bless] What's up? Is this n***a spitting off with the rules? What's going down? Absolut till the eighty is proof What it look like? The thug 'bout to get in a fight What it is? Yo it's just the club, man it's jumping tonight [Buddah Bless] This is it, go 'head n***a, start them sh** I'ma beef on the streets with a monster click You put crills on your blills and I sponsored it Now mix a lil bit of 'dro with the choco stick Crack the Dutch, roll it up n***a, spark that sh** I'm bringing flame to the game, I'm an arsonist And why these cops trying to catch me? I'ma get gold on ice like Wayne Gretzky Snipe like Wesley, flows I hawk and spit I ain't talking sh**-it, walking with it Long forbid it, get lost, forget it I paid the cost and did it This a auction, bid it Y'all don't know what I put up to get it So put up or shut up, blaze down What's going down n***a? What up? What the blood clot? What the f** got? Gun co*ked, one shot, lung pop Lunch stop n***a like sun hot Throw guns warm, conversate arm [Hook]