Spice 1 - Gun Talk 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 co*k-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 & Willie D (2x) ] What would my gun say if it could talk to you Shut your muthaf**in mouth and put your hands to the roof I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you [ Kastro ] I'm at the end of my rope, I can't pretend I see hope Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape dope No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy Constantly f**in ourself with no remedy Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war We ain't ready for what they got in store From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers In the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers Hold up [ Young Noble ] n***as dip when the flame spit, aim to hit Y'all can't take sh**, we came to trip Blame your b**h for s**in on my homeboy's dick Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my click That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth That your a** can't cash, I blast your a** And I ain't gotta flash a n***a, Willie D'll pop ya f** around, smoke your a**es, n***a [ Kastro ] We got this muthaf**a head on lock Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop Hot shots, retarted, we ain't martyrs, we riders Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us Oh yeah, it's them n***as with them triggers that speak on it Six figure k**ers, whatever you own, we want it Willie D want it, and s**er, I do too Now what the f** is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you? [ Young Noble ] When you speak of dope, don't think of dope, think of me Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e Eat MC's like BLT's, n***a please You a watergun soldier in blue fatigues Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me Losin DT's, right on the corner, a new street You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again Ain't life grim? I know it was meant [ Chorus ] [ Spice 1 ] My own Glock pistol whipped a n***a in the head Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared" My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto Kept talkin sh**, seein haters come out and play Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock She was spittin back at us when you and me was on the block My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna f** Nina Ross Said they gon' rape that b**h if she don't let em both toss My Uzi change his own clips for me Got my muthaf**in mind playin tricks on me It's sick, homie Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture Goin on a mission, k**in n***as that's talkin sh**, and No, we ain't missin, we aim straight and dippin Bossallini slash k**er slash real n***a f** Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy k** n***as Got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I'm red-rum Ridin on enemies, mobbin until my d**h come [ Chorus ]