Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quiet, artist - Lil' Kim.
Date of issue: 08.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Quiet |
When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth |
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' |
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) |
Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear? |
All these studio gangsters, year after year |
With these gimicks I can’t take it, they ain’t real so they fakin' it |
How did they make it in this game for so long? |
I know what’s right from what’s wrong, I know what’s soft from what’s hard |
I know a federal case from a publicity charge |
Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail |
But hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for their nails |
Who you tryin' to be? |
Man, it couldn’t be me |
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T |
You spent your advance on your Continental T |
I know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee |
And we see you a liar, tryna deny her |
Jackie O. proved you far from a fighter |
Comin' at me bitch, you playin' with fire |
I ain’t gon' come back at you, I’m comin' at your ghostwriters |
When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth |
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' |
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) |
I hear 'em talkin' like they gangster material |
But I don’t see it man their gangster’s invisible |
The hot iron’s what them gangsters put into you |
'Til you laid up and your gangster’s on critical |
Shots get into you bleedin' like my men-e-straul |
And if I don’t like you then I won’t pretend to |
It’s the ones that befriend you that turn up against you |
In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do |
Supposed to be tough, huh? |
'Til them boys touch ya |
Chump muh’fuckers start confessin like Usher |
I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn’t trust ya |
Lame ass busters, backwards-ass hustlers |
You fake phony, you always was lil' homey |
Big lil' son baby' boy like Jody |
I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley |
Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you? |
When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth |
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' |
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) |
You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that |
How they knife game ill and they gun go clap |
Them niggas rats, they run and they trap |
'Til they run in a trap, and there’s no comin' back |
It be the same ones talkin' 'bout the guns they sparkin' |
The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin' |
A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin' |
They pitbull shit, man them niggas straight cowards |
Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers |
Always was a bitch that’s why I sent his ass flowers |
Thanks to the queen he can share 'em with his team |
You can run top speed but you can’t dodge the |
Got a clean 16 and my spit game mean |
Don’t be fooled and deceived, everythin' ain’t what it seems |
You act like you don’t know what side of town this realer |
Niggas softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers |
When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
Them niggas that was talkin' they won’t run they mouth |
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin' |
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat pissin' on cotton) |