Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gunn Rap, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song Smif N Wessun Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.10.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Gunn Rap |
| Tek: Yeah nigga, we out here man |
| Steele: Smif N Wessun ta the death nigga |
| Tek, (both) |
| hustler[Pimp or a gun buster |
| But you’re best to have them ones out when the boys come in to rush ya |
| Thinking cuz you know some thugs them slugs can’t touch ya] |
| Don’t be thinkin' cuz they give you pounds and hugs them boys won’t fuck ya |
| [Well let me tell you home boy you got another thing coming |
| If you think me and my son’s gonna spend our whole lives' strugglin' |
| My dues been paid] And my blocks been bubbling |
| You listening to the flow killer niggas know I’m no quitter |
| and getting sick of |
| How I miss ya, see how my swagger swigger |
| You a five thrower, let me show you I throw one bigger |
| You don’t want us to come get’cha |
| [Fuck the ones you brung with ya, hope you brung your ones wit’cha |
| Ass bent, bet the gun get ya, my life is uncensored |
| It won’t be a pretty picture when them slugs kiss ya] |
| My dude don’t tell 'em nothing, I want them to start fronting |
| And let them feel the pressure of the cranium crushing |
| See the fluid gushing out |
| From the body to the sewer, bin needing flushing out |
| Hook: |
| and done that |
| till our ones stack |
| Got some back |
| (is gun rap) |
| (they love that) |
| We give back |
| Nigga this ain’t no come back |
| This gorilla’s, more iller, |
| half the block |
| Indo, roll slow |
| Tip over (Hell no) (Lets GO) |
| Bank stopper Still miss |
| For that red Datsun three hot shots at ya |
| Fo' reala, die in that Chinchilla |
| Words of Eazy, «Mo skrilla Mo skrilla» |
| [Man you ain’t never live |
| That’s the reason I rock fellow, I ain’t sign to the Roc-a-fella |
| I’m just trying to stock up cheddar] |
| When it’s popping on the block only options to pop Beretta’s |
| Wear a mask oh, hell no, we blow at the (Po-Po) |
| Forty caliber, chose for weapons, |
| That I’m shell-shocked family in the Boondocks |
| get your bank stocking, head cocking |
| Courtesy of me, that you stretch like a T |
| we call it the white meat |
| See how mafias will move, we cement your shows |
| You riding the current, with the fishes you’ll snooze |
| For muscle we got two-shotters |
| [And the block stand beside us, they know that we true riders |
| Show love to the hood, and the hood do the same |
| It don’t matter where you go, don’t forget where you came] |
| Hook 2x |