Gunplay lyrics

by

Robin Thicke


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Run with me or run from me
The worse come to worst, it's only gon' be gunplay
Feel me n*gga? (It's so incredible)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I'm sittin' at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundred
Lot of talk on the street like a n*gga crossin' me
Well it's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how my chain swing? Tired of my face?
Tellin' lies gettin' n*ggas' wives tied up and raped
Similar to the mob, deeper than the rap
All you n*ggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped (Damn)
Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah they want a n*gga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved
Oh what a feelin', hundred rounds in the drum
n*ggas gettin' whacked, no sympathy for the soft
n*ggas snitchin', I know b*tches who clippin' your di*k off
I'm a boss, champagne with the steak
Pink Rosay Jason, Ace by the case
Brisco line two, young n*gga, what it do?
He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go back to the Blue House
And if she bad enough, may take her to the new house (Boss)
My Maserati be the new body
Got ya girls panties wetter than a pool party (n*gga)
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had that b*tch sittin' ringside
[Chorus: Gunplay]
You wanna go that route? Go there
I been on this road before (Uh-huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah)
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss)
Both lives on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
When I'm swingin' that iron (That iron) ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine, ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My n*ggas so street, my Swishers so sweet
All this money on the table, how a n*gga gon' sleep?
Speculation of my deal, it was over ten mil
Blowin' herb, chauffeur must've hope I didn't feel
Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill Murder Inc
I race, slip and slide, they arraign me in the mink
Look Ted in the eye, it's the end of the road
And the birth of Maybach mean I'm gettin' more dough (Yeah!)
Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When ya cross Florida line, boy I'm your leader (Yeah)
Boobie Boys still (Still) Boobie Boys real
You can name a lot of lames that the Boobie Boys killed
Brisco line two, young n*gga, what it do?
Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to the Blue House
And if he brought enough, I may buy me a new house
[Chorus: Gunplay]
You wanna go that route? Go there
I been on this road before (Uh-huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah)
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss)
Both lives on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
When I'm swingin' that iron (That iron) ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine, ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'

[Verse 3: Gunplay]
Gettin' how I'm livin' it
Damn near dyin' for every digit I get, f*ck they know 'bout that?
I ain't never put sh*t on the line
Just sh*t in they rhymes, I shoot a n*gga sh*ttin' around
These internet n*ggas, these ain't a threat n*ggas
Never seen a laptop in the projects n*gga
Just powder, cut with comet
f*ck them comments, convicts ain't buyin' it
If they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
Don't get a n*gga fired up behind some f*ck sh*t
My n*gga then what then?
Who that behind the curtain? I'll murk 'em
Wizard of Oz ass n*ggas, hidin' behind money
Hidin' behind luxury
Shootin' up all that f*ck sh*t, it's getting ugly
Got Torch on the line, says he got a couple 9's
Told him grab two, bring 'em on through
[Chorus: Gunplay]
You wanna go that route? Go there
I been on this road before (Uh-huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah)
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss)
Both lives on the tip of my finger
Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
When I'm swingin' that iron (That iron) ain't thinkin' 'bout time
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine, ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'
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