| I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
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| Grenades, assault rifles — run up, I’ll letcha have it
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| When it comes to guns, I’m one of the best
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| Get a few to the head, then a few to the chest
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| I’ve been ridin' - puttin' bitch-niggas six in the dirt
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| At a young age hopped off the porch puttin' in work
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| I’m a soldier — fuck with me don’t say I ain’t told ya
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| I’ll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya
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| Blues your dog and letcha know I don’t play
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| Have your family grievin', singin' «Amazin' Grace»
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| And whoever call theyself comin' out there with ya
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| I’ma up, cock, and knock the brains out that nigga
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| Bustin' heads ain’t nothin' to me — I’ve been doin' it
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| And if you’re smart you don’t want trouble with me
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| If you want it, believe I ain’t gon' hesitate to bring it
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| I’ll politely put that thing in my hand and just sling it
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| (Hook-2x)
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| I’m a gun slinger — consider me a home wrecker
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| I’m a gun slinger — they label me as a dome checker
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| Nigga, I swear, you don’t want me to go off
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| Cause when I go off, believe, nigga, I’ma show off
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| Your head definitely gon' get blowed off
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| I have no conscience at all
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| I continue to get my roll on
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| Murder, murder, kill, kill: that’s all I know
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| Hustle 'til mornin' and get the dope, man: that’s all I know
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| I was raised in the streets, bitch — taught that g shit
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| I was told, nigga violate knock him off his feet quick
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| Remember I was seven, put my hands on my first weapon
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| Daddy taught me how to pop a clip in a Mack-11
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| Ever since that, I fell in love with guns
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| Saved my allowance for a month and got me one
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| My cousin taught me how to shoot a nine, and it was on
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| Nigga made me feel played, I had to upset his home
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| Now, if you want drama, I don’t hesitate to bring it
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| I up that AK-47 and start to sling it
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| (Hook-2x)
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| When it’s on my mind, I’m ready for whatever, nigga
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| I’ma take this beef straight to another level, nigga
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| Your sister just got married — I shoot-up her reception, nigga
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| Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
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| Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
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| That’s me, and I’m there to tear down the whole street
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| B.G. |
| don’t play no games, I’m 'bout sprayin'
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| When you see me, all you gon' see is «flucka-flucka-flame!!»
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| Brains on the ground — yellow tape all around
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| People sayin', «That had to be a nigga from uptown.»
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| When I’m lose, I’m lose — when I’m strapped, I’ma use it
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| Cause I ain’t gon' have that in my hand and don’t shoot it
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| I’ma abuse it — bust hollows like Cupid bust arrows
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| I only put hollow tips in my barrel
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| You wanna battle — nigga, I’ma bring noise
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| I got to show ya I’m a original Hot Boy, and a-
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| (Hook)
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| -gun slinger — consider me a home wrecker
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| I’m a gun slinger — label me as a dome checker
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| I’m a gun slinger — consider me a home wrecker
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| I’m a gun slinger — label me as a dome checker
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| I’m a gun slinger — consider me a home wrecker
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| I’m a gun slinger — label me as a dome checker
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| I’m a gun slinger — consider me a home wrecker
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| I’m a gun slinger — people call me a dome checker
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| Nigga, checkmate
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| Nigga, checkmate!
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| Wrong move, nigga — checkmate! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun Slinger , by - B.G.. Song from the album Checkmate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп