Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun Will Go , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gun Will Go |
| Get it burn it, get it burn it |
| Get it burn it, get it burn it |
| Get it burn it, get it burn it |
| Get it burn it, get it burn it |
| (The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go…, the gun’ll go…) |
| Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you of all |
| Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point |
| Keep niggas outta ya face, who snakes |
| Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place |
| Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing |
| Keep it fly, keep me in the crates |
| Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note, you’se a waste |
| It’s right here for you, I will lace you |
| Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on ya face |
| Word to mother, you could get chased |
| It’s nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go |
| All I know is, we be giving grace |
| This is a place, from where we make tapes |
| We make 'em everywhere, still in all, we be making base |
| Y’all be making paste, these little niggas, they be making shapes |
| Our shit is art, yours is traced |
| This is the way that we rolling in the streets |
| You know when we roll we be packing that heat |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go… |
| This is, Poverty Island, man, these animals don’t run |
| Slums where the ambulance don’t come |
| Who got the best base? |
| Fiends waiting to smoke some |
| Approach something, ask him where he getting that coke from |
| My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun |
| Cause no V and no ones, equaling no fun |
| Who want to treat they nose, huh? |
| Body’ll go numb |
| My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done |
| It is what it is though, you fuck with the kid flow |
| That make it hard to get dough, the harder the kid go |
| Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow |
| The pinky and the wrist glow, this here, what we live for |
| Get gwop, then get low, but first thought |
| We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse, boss |
| Yeah, see I’m the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no |
| Hustling from the get-go, the motto is get more |
| This is the way that we rolling in the streets |
| You know when we roll we be packing that heat |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go… |
| We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along |
| With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate |
| Took case, state to state, you think he won’t hold his weight? |
| Put ya money on the plate and watch it get scrapped |
| We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn |
| And it’s a no win situation fucking with them |
| You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch |
| Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust |
| Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper |
| Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher |
| Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid |
| Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids |
| This is the way that we rolling in the streets |
| You know when we roll we be packing that heat |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go… |
| Whoa… this is the way we be rolling in the club |
| You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| The gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go, the gun’ll go |
| Get it burn it… |