prayers, or head 'Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness, niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
prayers, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
Перевод: Ja Rule. Gun Talk (feat. Blackchild).
Перевод: Ja Rule. Обсуждение Gun.
head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk
want problems I'ma bring 'em to you [B] We cockin them thangs [X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you [B] We ready to bang [X] Yeah, you talk impressive
nigga Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready No exception to the rule
you goin, nigga. come back here. Y’all niggaz ain’t seein jack. shit !!! Verse 1: baby sham Aiiyo, speak the truth. Too short to let it hurt. some talk
with me!! Talk to me now!!) [Busta Rhymes] Welcome.. We are now in the current state of the Anarchy We fight, to survive niggaz We fight, to rule our
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays Touche! The Rule is more than ready Gun
piece of the pie come in the game We want in man, Franchise want in (Verse 1) I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face Screaming
All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to (Chorus) [Verse 3] Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy That tommy gun
rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This gun
HOOK : x2 So you wanna really know what's real on the mik' My little homie Pac lost his life East Coast, West Coast, gun talk rules Cocaine, big wheels
but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun She walks softly but she carries a big gun
[Chorus - Lil Wayne] X2 Hey See me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me
ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em I'm sticking to the script like lint on denim Mama said if the rules ain't bent don't bend 'em Real nigga talking
