Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When the Guns Come Out, artist - WC. Date of issue: 08.11.2004
Song language: English
When the Guns Come Out |
| When them guns goes off, we be ready for war |
| When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor |
| When them guns goes off, and them sirens roar |
| Better get that money, and be out the door |
| Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end |
| Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you |
| Swang affiliate, X.O. |
| sip, a gold getter |
| With the rest to gather, my cold killer |
| It’s «Me Against the World» like 2Pac |
| And like Biggie, I’m «Ready to Die» for what you got |
| Got a crew with killas behind me, I’m grimey |
| I’m one of the big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me |
| For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? |
| Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA |
| Stick you with the Blade, we gots to get paid |
| And for the moolah, we intertwine like French braids |
| And I can’t fight the feeling like one way |
| When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play |
| For the loot, we compute it, quick to shoot it |
| So hit the switch, punk blew it, and bang the music |
| I don’t care what it takes, we gon' make it |
| They say the chains too strong for us to break it |
| Willing to do what it takes for us to make it |
| And we can overcome anything we faced with |
| (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won’t fall |
| After all, all, all, all, all…) |
| When them guns go off, bitches hit the floor |
| Or then forty four slugs gonna hit you, ho |
| I don’t care what it takes, I pull out a gear |
| Fuck the snakes, and Kurtis Blow with The Breaks off |
| Artie Murphy and the Petty Coat Junction |
| Get two thirty off the head with cold dumplings |
| Niggas jump when the AK bark |
| Crystal grip pump, make the gun niggas spark |
| You dig? |
| Niggas ready for war |
| Been carryin' the world for so long, it ain’t heavy no more |
| And even when the sirens roar, I taught the violence gore to start firing more |
| And when we run out of bullets, and you still want static? |
| I grab the three eighty and pull out the automatic |
| We better get the money, for shootin' Mossbergs and Beretta’s |
| Niggas ain’t shit funny, when it comes to a brawl |
| Suckin' Northstar, trippin' in |
| Guns go off, y’all know y’all strippin' |
| Willing to do what it takes for us to make it |
| And we can overcome anything we faced with |
| (We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won’t fall |
| After all, all, all, all, all…) |
| Look out peon, we might of lost the battle, but we won the war |
| I grab a bullet, travel, bodies hit the floor |
| Can’t be scared of your shadow, you gotta have heart |
| Killas on my soil, will turn off the lights and park |
| Get out the car, unlock, fill out the chopper and let it chop |
| Walk off like nothing happened, give a fuck bout a cop |
| Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee |
| Put my dirt in your Glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day |
| My momma didn’t raise no sick, she raised a beast |
| And I can’t rest til my enemies rest in peace |
| The bigger they are, the harder they fall |
| Run up on me, I’ma knock the hell outta y’all |
| My back against the ball, strappin' and jackin', I’m puttin' hands on 'em |
| One hitter, quitter, bob & weavin', karate stance on 'em |
| Dance on 'em, ran on 'em, and land on 'em |
| Put my brand on 'em, stand on 'em, because I can on 'em |