Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guns For Life , by - Wu-BlockRelease date: 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 |