Текст песни Gun Talk - Spice 1 , Outlawz , Willie D
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da
- da
- da
- da
- da
Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine
Willie
D
Retreat
or
get
hit
I'm
loved
by
few,
hated
by
many
But
guess
what?
I
don't
give
a
shit
[ VERSE
1:
Willie
D
]
Fuck
it,
in
the
bucket,
ready
for
the
drama
Finna
heat
this
muthafucka
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
muthafuckin
future
If
you're
neutral,
stay
the
hell
away
from
me,
bitch
Cause
this
rotten
nigga's
ain't
never
gonna
be
shit
Mom
did
her
best,
but
I
guess
her
best
wasn't
good
enough
Cause
I
stopped
knockin
bitches
out
when
my
nuts
got
bigger
Bought
me
a
gun
and
shot
my
first
nigga
Trigger-happy
laws
suck
my
cock-suckin
balls
I
have
the
paramedics
cleanin
out
your
fuckin
drawers
They
put
my
muthafuckin
homie
in
the
slammer,
black
For
a
stray
shooter
and
a
gramm
of
crack
Damn,
this
track
make
me
wanna
eat
it
up
and
shit
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
bitches
I
let
my
gun
talk
Let
it
talk,
nigga
Let
it,
let
it,
let
it,
let
it
I
let
my
gun
talk
(2x)
[ CHORUS:
Young
Noble
1 Gun Talk
2 Wet 'em
3 Dear God
4 A Friend
5 Pusscndclick
6 Fearing Nothing but God
7 The Sickness
8 She Likes 2 Ball
9 Rendezvous
10 U Special
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