作词 : Cooper, DennismW.Green ... Da-da-da-da-da-da Da - da - da - da - da Nineteen-mutha******-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a *******t ( VERSE 1: Willie D ) ****** it, in the bucket, ready for the drama Finna heat this mutha******a up like Texas in the summer Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial I see caskets in your mutha****** future If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, ******* Cause this rotten ******'s ain't never gonna be *******t Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough Cause I stopped knockin ******* out when my nuts got bigger Bought me a gun and shot my first ****** Trigger-happy laws suck my ****-suckin ***** I have the paramedics cleanin out your ****** drawers They put my mutha****** homie in the slammer, black For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and *******t it out Pork made when I hit a cop I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures My adversary makin wishes But I ain't sparin them ******* I let my gun talk Let it talk, ****** Let it, let it, let it, let it I let my gun talk (2x) ( CHORUS: Young Noble & Willie D (2x) ) What would my gun say if it could talk to you Shut your mutha****** mouth and put your hands to the roof I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you ( Kastro ) I'm at the end of my rope, I can't pretend I see hope Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape **** No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy Constantly ****** ourself with no remedy Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war We ain't ready for what they got in store From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers In the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers Hold up ( Young Noble ) ******s dip when the flame spit, aim to hit Y'all can't take *******t, we came to trip Blame your ******* for suckin on my homeboy's ****** Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my click That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth That your ass can't cash, I blast your ass And I ain't gotta flash a ******, Willie D'll pop ya ****** around, smoke your asses, ****** ( Kastro ) We got this mutha******a head on lock Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop Hot shots, retarted, we ain't martyrs, we riders Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us Oh yeah, it's them ******s with them triggers that speak on it Six figure killers, whatever you own, we want it Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too Now what the ****** is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you? ( Young Noble ) When you speak of ****, don't think of ****, think of me Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e Eat MC's like BLT's, ****** please You a watergun soldier in blue fatigues Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me Losin DT's, right on the corner, a new street You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again Ain't life grim? I know it was meant ( CHORUS ) ( Spice 1 ) My own Glock pistol whipped a ****** in the head Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared" My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto Kept talkin *******t, seein haters come out and play Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock She was spittin back at us when you and me was on the block My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna ****** Nina Ross Said they gon' rape that ******* if she don't let em both toss My Uzi change his own clips for me Got my mutha****** mind playin tricks on me It's sick, homie Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture Goin on a mission, killin ******s that's talkin *******t, and No, we ain't missin, we aim straight and dippin Bossallini slash killer slash real ****** ****** Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill ******s Got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I'm red-rum Ridin on enemies, mobbin until my death come ( CHORUS )
作词 : Cooper, DennismW.Green ... Da-da-da-da-da-da Da - da - da - da - da Nineteen-mutha******-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a *******t ( VERSE 1: Willie D ) ****** it, in the bucket, ready for the drama Finna heat this mutha******a up like Texas in the summer Trauma comin like a cold blue, got your body shakin like jelly Leavin you smelly with bullet wounds to the belly My adversaries want me dead, my survival's crucial I see caskets in your mutha****** future If you're neutral, stay the hell away from me, ******* Cause this rotten ******'s ain't never gonna be *******t Mom did her best, but I guess her best wasn't good enough Cause I stopped knockin ******* out when my nuts got bigger Bought me a gun and shot my first ****** Trigger-happy laws suck my ****-suckin ***** I have the paramedics cleanin out your ****** drawers They put my mutha****** homie in the slammer, black For a stray shooter and a gramm of crack Damn, this track make me wanna eat it up and *******t it out Pork made when I hit a cop I'm havin dreams of bloody pictures My adversary makin wishes But I ain't sparin them ******* I let my gun talk Let it talk, ****** Let it, let it, let it, let it I let my gun talk (2x) ( CHORUS: Young Noble & Willie D (2x) ) What would my gun say if it could talk to you Shut your mutha****** mouth and put your hands to the roof I promise I won't shoot, give me all the loot Act cute, and I got a shot for all of you ( Kastro ) I'm at the end of my rope, I can't pretend I see hope Descendants of kings and queens, we can't even escape **** No need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy Constantly ****** ourself with no remedy Let me tell it, we ain't ready for war We ain't ready for what they got in store From all shores, Geto Boys and Outlawz, frontline soldiers In the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers Hold up ( Young Noble ) ******s dip when the flame spit, aim to hit Y'all can't take *******t, we came to trip Blame your ******* for suckin on my homeboy's ****** Said she got off a mill, huh, for ridin on my click That's what you get, never write a check with your mouth That your ass can't cash, I blast your ass And I ain't gotta flash a ******, Willie D'll pop ya ****** around, smoke your asses, ****** ( Kastro ) We got this mutha******a head on lock Until we see results, I don't care, we won't stop Hot shots, retarted, we ain't martyrs, we riders Holler if you hear us, man, I love it when they fear us Oh yeah, it's them ******s with them triggers that speak on it Six figure killers, whatever you own, we want it Willie D want it, and sucker, I do too Now what the ****** is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you? ( Young Noble ) When you speak of ****, don't think of ****, think of me Y-o-u-n-g N-o to the b-l-e Eat MC's like BLT's, ****** please You a watergun soldier in blue fatigues Shoot to freeze, eternally you journey with me Losin DT's, right on the corner, a new street You choose defeat, I choose to win, you lose again Ain't life grim? I know it was meant ( CHORUS ) ( Spice 1 ) My own Glock pistol whipped a ****** in the head Cause he said, "I wouldn't buy the infrared" My Tec-9 jam and stutter when he get at a hoe So I filed down a pin, made him fully auto Kept talkin *******t, seein haters come out and play Tell me he homesick, wanna go back to the Bay So we can ride around the hood and get at Mrs. Glock She was spittin back at us when you and me was on the block My two homies Smith & Wesson wanna ****** Nina Ross Said they gon' rape that ******* if she don't let em both toss My Uzi change his own clips for me Got my mutha****** mind playin tricks on me It's sick, homie Speakin a worldwide language, gun talk, everybody listen Kissin and rubbin my pistol like a pretty picture Goin on a mission, killin ******s that's talkin *******t, and No, we ain't missin, we aim straight and dippin Bossallini slash killer slash real ****** ****** Tommy Hilfiger, my Tommy kill ******s Got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until I'm red-rum Ridin on enemies, mobbin until my death come ( CHORUS )
