Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Got Guns , by - Lil Cuete. Song from the album Mixtape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: East Side
Song language: English
We Got Guns |
| My little homie’s got way more kora than you |
| And you could try to roll up |
| We’ll just do what we do |
| And I ain’t lying we got guns, we got ammo |
| We got clips, we ain’t trippin', we get sick for |
| That Norwalk Click |
| They say they’re coming for my life, but it don’t |
| Mean shit. |
| I’m 'bout to show these levas the |
| Real meaning of sick. |
| I keep my pistol loaded, like |
| 24/7, I got so much artillery, they call me Armageddon |
| I’m living like a soldier, one that’s suicidal, leave 'em |
| D.O.A ese, Dead On Arrival. |
| Never feel remorse 'cause |
| That’s the way I was tought, I’ll take away your life |
| And with only one shot! |
| Go and hit it, roll up you |
| Should know where to come, but don’t let the name |
| Fool you, I got big, big guns! |
| Puttin' in work, but my |
| Familia’s to blame, 'cuse all my familiy’s Walkero, so I |
| Gotta gangbang. |
| You know! |
| Don’t make me pull the trigger back, while aiming |
| At you, I bet a hydro shock bullet puts an end to our |
| Feud. |
| I got a thick vendetta for my fallen Walkeros |
| Smokin' all these levas, like I’m smokin' the leno. |
| When |
| You could ask anybody 'cause they know I’m legit, and |
| Lil Cuete talks about that serio shit. |
| I could rotten |
| You in day or night like if it was nothing, I keep |
| A bullet in the chamber, pull the trigger start dumpin' |
| And ese Cuete, he’s somethin', that you couldn’t be, I |
| Got plenty and many 'stilos, that you couldn’t see. |
| And |
| You could come and try to take it, but survival’s a must |
| 'cause me and my Walkeros know that you ain’t fuckin' |
| With us. |
| What? |
| I’m takin' a life, to be specific, it’s yours. |
| I got my soldiers |
| Strapped up and we’re ready for war. |
| We can go |
| Toe-to-toe or we could all get down. |
| I’m talkin' 'bout matching |
| Guns and going round for round. |
| I’ve been in crazier shit |
| Than dealing with you. |
| I’ve got a million other cholos trying |
| To get me too. |
| It doesn’t start with me, check my family |
| Line, I was brought up to be crazy and sick in the mind |
| Ain’t no question about it, I represent 'til I die. |
| I got this |
| Music thing locked down, without even trying. |
| I put that |
| On my life, I won’t settle for less, man I’m a gangbang 'til |
| The day they put me to rest, so C’mon! |