Gunz Come Out歌词
作词 : ELIZONDO, MIKE/JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES/YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL
作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Andre R. Young & Mike Elizondo
It's cold,so cold,so cold
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
I do this all the time, stuck with a little ******ne
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm ******' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a ****** head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a ****** money long
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, ****** and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
Booster in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
We find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
N*gga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
In the hood, hoopty, hat low, ******s don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard ******s finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, ****** it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
****** around and get ya cap peeled
****** you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed 'em too
****** welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, ****** I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the ******t ******
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
Case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a ******, run up behind a ******
Shoot car windows out to flatline a ******
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, ****** are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my ******s new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you
One phone call and ******s will exterminate you
No future ******' with me, there's no tomorrow
******s'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Andre R. Young & Mike Elizondo
It's cold,so cold,so cold
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
I do this all the time, stuck with a little ******ne
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm ******' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a ****** head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a ****** money long
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, ****** and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blue in my veins
Booster in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
We find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
N*gga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
In the hood, hoopty, hat low, ******s don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard ******s finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, ****** it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
****** around and get ya cap peeled
****** you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed 'em too
****** welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, ****** I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the ******t ******
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
Case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a ******, run up behind a ******
Shoot car windows out to flatline a ******
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, ****** are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my ******s new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you
One phone call and ******s will exterminate you
No future ******' with me, there's no tomorrow
******s'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
Ya'll ******s know (wut wut ya'll ******s know what I'm about)
Ya'll ******s know, frontin' where my do' jump in the guns come out
