Gunz Don't Kill lyrics

by

Method Man


[Intro: La the Darkman]
Uh, yeah... uh, yeah...
Yeah...

[La the Darkman]
n*ggas that ain't fam, I give a f*ck about cha
Rob you like a bank, get some money up out cha
Two faced faggot ass, backstabbing punks
Waiting on you to move, so I can pull out and dump
It's a cold cold world, and n*ggas are weeded up
So I keep gats, so I can heat it up
Winter, spring, summer, fall, I prepare to brawl
f*ck some, I want it all, La quick on the draw
Hard nosed n*gga with a Sing Sing click
Lock on a n*gga, like a red nosed pick
Tired of these broads with this 'love you' sh*t
Love ain't for me, but you can love my di*k
Or all this cake, that you seeing me get
Or all these whips, that you seeing me switch
You get the money, the power, then the b*tch
n*ggas choose getting high over getting rich, so I

[Chorus 2X: La the Darkman]
Shoot 'em, n*gga, shoot 'em, n*gga, shoot 'em, n*gga
Guns don't kill, it's the n*gga behind the trigger, I

[La the Darkman]
I'm a specialist, move like a cat burglar
La, real life stocking cap murderer
Leave you filled with holes, blood all over your nice clothes
I never sleep like I took a million No-Doze
Most n*ggas don't trust me, but, they can't touch me
Real bad boy, and I ain't down with Puffy
n*ggas must be, out they God damn mind
Thinking my Sing Sing regime ain't gon' shine
Thinking I only get my money from a rhyme
I cop, cook, pack and sell, I'm on my grind
And I stay in the hottest whips, that foreigners design
With houses like Saddam and Osama, hard to find
I'm a don, you get shot going against me
Leave a bag where you sh*t, leave a straw where you pee
I'm that deal, turn your two legs to two wheels
You'll never walk again, believe I'm that chill, I

[Chorus 2X]

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