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letra de gun talk - willie d

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nineteen-m-th-f-ckin-ninety-nine
willie d
retreat or get hit
i’m loved by few, hated by many
but guess what?
i don’t give a sh-t

(verse 1: willie d)
f-ck it, in the bucket, ready for the drama
finna heat this m-th-f-cka 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 m-th-f-ckin future
if you’re neutral, stay the h-ll away from me, b-tch
cause this rotten n-gg-‘s ain’t never gonna be sh-t
mom did her best, but i guess her best wasn’t good enough
cause i stopped knockin b-tches out when my nuts got bigger
bought me a gun and shot my first n-gg-
trigger-happy laws suck my c-ck-suckin b-lls
i have the paramedics cleanin out your f-ckin drawers
they put my m-th-f-ckin homie in the slammer, black
for a stray shooter and a gramm of crack
d-mn, this track make me wanna eat it up and sh-t it out
pork made when i hit a cop
i’m havin dreams of bl–dy pictures
my adversary makin wishes
but i ain’t sparin them b-tches

i let my gun talk
let it talk, n-gg-
let it, let it, let it, let it
i let my gun talk(2x)

(chorus: young n-ble & willie d (2x))
what would my gun say if it could talk to you
shut your m-th-f-ckin 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 dope
no need for a scape goat, we our own worst enemy
constantly f-ckin 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 sh-r-s, geto boys and outlawz, frontline soldiers
in the midst of battle dumpin on em one-time rollers
hold up

(young n-ble)
n-gg-s dip when the flame spit, aim to hit
y’all can’t take sh-t, we came to trip
blame your b-tch for suckin on my homeboy’s d-ck
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 -ss can’t cash, i blast your -ss
and i ain’t gotta flash a n-gg-, willie d’ll pop ya
f-ck around, smoke your -sses, n-gg-

(kastro)
we got this m-th-f-cka 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 n-gg-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 f-ck is you gonna do when pistols start talkin to you?

(young n-ble)
when you speak of dope, don’t think of dope, think of me
y-o-u-n-g n-o to the b-l-e
eat mc’s like blt’s, n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 sh-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 f-ck nina ross
said they gon’ rape that b-tch if she don’t let em both toss
my uzi change his own clips for me
got my m-th-f-ckin 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 n-gg-s that’s talkin sh-t, and
no, we ain’t missin, we aim straight and dippin
bossallini slash killer slash real n-gg-
f-ck tommy hilfiger, my tommy kill n-gg-s
got me smokin on green leafs, thuggin until i’m red-rum
ridin on enemies, mobbin until my death come

(chorus)

- willie d

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