Текст, перевод и аккорды “Guns Go Bang”
- feat. M.O.P. [Chorus] Shots ran down, if you ain't got a gun Then you don't wann' non, then that ass betta (RUN!) (YUH!) You can git hit in the middle of this shit (Owh) Bullets don't have no eyes when them motherfuckers come (Yeaahh) Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG!) Squeeze the trigga nigga, do the damn thang Letcha guns go (BANG!), Letcha guns go (BANG!) Anybody can git it, dat's all I'm sayin' [Verse 1: Young Buck] Two Fo'-Five's, tattood on my side You'll die nigga, 'fore I lose my pride I don't hide nigga, this ain't a bullet-proof ride I be out chere, 'fore any nigga wanna try Ain't a vest that they make, that can take a choppa A unsolved mystery if it's done propa Patna, look what happened to Jimmy Hoffer They still ain't found his ass, so who shot 'em? (Yeaahh!) A.K's - I got 'em, I mean alot of 'em I got it lookin' like +Fort Knox+ in this bitch A .40 Cal glock shoot 32 shots (Buck-buck!) Can't tell me I ain't ready to git in some shit Make a lane fo' me, homie git out the way Been outta control and I ain't got no brakes Like a 'G' would, I just do it fo' the hood If I rob ya, then my whole block could [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lil' Fame] Yo I been fuckin' wit' these Brownville niggas fo' a long, long time (YUH!) We put it down fo' a long, long time (YUH!) Scufflin' these streets fo' a long, long time And ain't too many fuckin' wit' mine Now I been spittin' at you bitches fo' a long, long time Gittin' at you bitches fo' a long, long time (GET EM BUCK!) Brownsville stat (NIGGA!), head-patrol (NIGGA!), anti-actional Dat's how I do it y'all, dat's how I does it Don't give a fuck (Brrraatt) if you Blood or Cuzzin Keep ya ear tuned, nigga I be dancin' wit' Tha Grim Reaper Stuck in this bitch, gittin' reefer (FO'SHO!) Gangsta wit' it, wit' the face the Face the boogy wit' the gangstas, gangsta boogy (C'MONN!) Every street nigga ain't a rappa And every rappa ain't a street nigga So holla at me (HAA!!) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Billy Danze] Don't bitch out now nigga, you see me comin' wit' the magnum Heavy copper tops (SPIT!), clear out ya block (QUICK!) M.O.P. faggit we at it again wit' (G-U-NIT!!) Look, roll up in ya truck and I'll pump somethang thru it (CASH-VILLE!) Buck said they love me 'Cause I'm side steppin' and grippin' my weapon when it's ugly And y'all can't touch me, easy how you rub me I'll show you the meanin' of what a True Thug mean (Yeaahh!) Brooklyn, home to the black bags and the white sheets It's where we be position niggas of they feet It's rugged in the street (FO'SHO!) We learn to, kick off a clip and open ya shit at the door, so No sudden moves, don't do it You'll git foul chopped in a bag and stuffed in a Buick (Yeaahh!) The moral of the story is 'We Get To It' Where the G's roll, and dude I never walk alone (HAA!) [Chorus]
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