Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guns For Life, artist - Wu-Block
Date of issue: 26.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guns For Life |
I love my heat |
Yeah |
Yall know what it is |
You know it stay hot |
It’s a little tale about my gun |
Feel the neck on that nigga |
That’s my homie |
UH |
Yo |
A yo I kept the same gun for nine years |
Navy blue Glock in the blue safe right upstairs |
I made sure that little nigga stayed warm |
Tucked him under my pillow |
In case the robbers come I gotta perform |
Kiss him night night muah read him bedtime stories |
Times I just stared at him |
The Glock forty |
His belly stay full and he on a strict diet |
I feed him lead he good he at ease when fired |
Go to sleep mr gat |
I had to do a double for two days |
And this the only way I get back |
Besides changing your diaper meaning your clip |
Got niggas deficating in shit bags |
They’re full of shit |
The hook |
The hook is a sample from friends of distinction (and I love him) |
Sheik louch |
Yeah |
That’s still my nigga though son |
I can’t live without him |
Special relationship with that mother fucker |
You feel me right? |
You feel me ghost? |
WU BLOCK |
I knew him ever since he was nine |
Now he twenty two thinking he’s forty five |
That nigga is live |
Like to come with me everywhere when I drive |
Trouble maker same time keep you alive |
His ego too big he be getting pumped |
I told him chill |
He said it’s better when you’re getting jumped |
No matter how you face me |
No matter where you place me |
Since the day that I was born I ain’t have safety |
He went from Y O to staten that’s real talk |
He hung with puff he was with shine in club new york |
Now he with me |
He hurt em like angela jolie with them babies |
I raised him up from 380's |
I raised him up from 380's |
I raised him up from 380's |
The hook |
Styles P |
That WU BLOCK shit nigga |
Yeah |
I still pour liquor after I pop bottles |
Got a friend named deuce nickel the cops got him |
Back then when the coke price was rock bottom |
I robbed a lot of spots with him and im not lying |
Then I got knocked with him and the cops kept him |
I reminisce and get high over a lot of weapons |
Got a friend named nine |
Caught up in the murder one |
I ain’t seen him since |
Cause my man had to murder something |
Homie named 38 he popped with me |
And it ain’t to often that he’s not with me |
You call him your guns |
I call him my friends |
Pop it off or keep it tucked |
Guess it all will depend yeah |
The hook |