| I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
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| Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
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| They say I’m fucking crazy, they think I’m out my mind
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| Cause I’m down to bust a nigga head all the time
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| Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
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| In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
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| 22 inch chrome, a nigga money long
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| You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown
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| You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own
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| You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome
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| The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins
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| Blue still in the range, I’m doing my thang
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| The semi-auto spray, run if you get away
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| We’ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
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| Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
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| You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
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| Y’all niggas know (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Know what I’m about (Y'all niggas know)
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| Fuck with my dough (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
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| Y’all niggas know (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Know what I’m about (Y'all niggas know)
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| Fuck with my dough (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
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| In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas don’t know I’m around
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| Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
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| You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
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| Hard niggas finna soften up when that lead touch 'em
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| You cut 'em once he keep fighting, fuck it just keep cutting 'em
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| It’s real killa instinct, kill or be killed
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| Trust me, you don’t wanna feel how hollow tips feel
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| Fuck around and get your cap peeled, nigga you know the drill
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| Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo
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| Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed 'em too
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| Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York
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| Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
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| Look homie, I’m cool with some Bloods, I’m cool with some Crips
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| I’m cool but if there’s a problem, nigga I got extra clips
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| I don’t know karate, but I split the bricks
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| I don’t love 'em lover boy, we can share a bitch
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| Y’all niggas know (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Know what I’m about (Y'all niggas know)
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| Fuck with my dough (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out) Y'all niggas know (What-what
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| y’all niggas know?)
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| Know what I’m about (Y'all niggas know)
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| Fuck with my dough (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
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| I’ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
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| In case your dumbass wanna tussle
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| AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled
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| Scope, infrared, run you’re still dead
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| Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
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| Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
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| Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
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| Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
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| Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
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| You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
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| No exception to the rule, death is promised
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| Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas
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| Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you
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| One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
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| No future fucking with me, there’s no tomorrow
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| Niggas’ll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows
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| Y’all niggas know (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Know what I’m about (Y'all niggas know)
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| Fuck with my dough (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
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| Y’all niggas know (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Know what I’m about (Y'all niggas know)
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| Fuck with my dough (What-what y’all niggas know?)
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| Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
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| (GUNSHOT) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gunz Come Out , by - 50 Cent. Song from the album The Massacre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп