Gun Talk lyrics

Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da - da - da - da - da

Nineteen-mothaf*ckin-ninety-nine
Willie D
Retreat or get hit
I'm loved by few, hated by many
But guess what?
I don't give a sh*t

[Verse 1: Willie D]
f*ck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama
Finna heat this mothaf*cka 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 mothaf*ckin future
If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, b*tch
Cause this rotten n*gga's ain't never gonna be sh*t
Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough
Cause I stopped knockin' b*tches out when my nuts got bigger
Bought me a gun and shot my first n*gga
Trigger-happy laws suck my c*ck-suckin' balls
I have the paramedics cleanin' out your f*ckin drawers
They put my mothaf*ckin homie in the slammer, black
For a stray shooter and a gram of crack
Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and sh*t 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 b*tches
I let my gun talk
Let it talk, n*gga
Let it, let it, let it, let it
I let my gun talk (2x)

[Chorus: Young Noble, Willie D]
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your mothaf*ckin' mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your mothaf*ckin' mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you

[Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean]
I'm at the end of my rope, I can't pretend I see hope
Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape dope
No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy
Constantly f*ckin ourself with no remedy
Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war
We ain't ready for what they got in store
From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers
In the midst of battle dumpin' on 'em one-time rollers
Hold up
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
n*ggas dip when the flame spit, aim to hit
Y'all can't take sh*t, we came to trip
Blame your b*tch for suckin' on my homeboy's di*k
Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin' on my click
That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth
That your ass can't cash, I blast your ass
And I ain't gotta flash a n*gga, Willie D'll pop ya
f*ck around, smoke your asses, n*gga

[Verse 4: E.D.I. Mean]
We got this mothaf*cka head on lock
Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop
Hot shots, retarded, we ain't martyrs, we riders
Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us
Oh yeah, it's them n*ggas with them triggers that speak on it
Six figure killers, whatever you own, we want it
Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too
Now what the f*ck is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you?

[Verse 5: Young Noble]
When you speak of dope, don't think of dope, think of me
Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e
Eat MC's like BLT's, n*gga please
You a water gun soldier in blue fatigues
Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me
Losin' DT's, right on the corner, a new street
You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again
Ain't life grim? I know it was meant
[Chorus: Young Noble, Willie D]
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your mothaf*ckin' mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your mothaf*ckin' mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you

[Verse 6: Spice 1]
My own Glock pistol whipped a n*gga in the head
Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared"
My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe
So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto
Kept talkin sh*t, seein' haters come out and play
Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay
So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock
She was spittin' back at us when you and me was on the block
My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna f*ck Nina Ross
Said they gon' rape that b*tch if she don't let 'em both toss
My Uzi change his own clips for me
Got my mothaf*ckin' mind playin tricks on me
It's sick, homie
Speakin' a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen
Kissin and rubbin' my pistol like a pretty picture
Goin on a mission, killin' n*ggas that's talkin sh*t, and
No, we ain't missin', we aim straight and dippin'
Bossallini slash killer slash real n*gga
f*ck Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill n*ggas
Got me smokin' on green leafs, thuggin' until I'm red-rum
Ridin' on enemies, mobbin' until my death come

[Chorus: Young Noble, Willie D]
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your mothaf*ckin' mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you
What would my gun say if it could talk to you
Shut your mothaf*ckin' mouth and put your hands to the roof
I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot
Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you