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Talib Kweli - Gun Music lyrics
[Talib Kweli] Now, If I'm out of town my crew take of your bodies the more the merrier Point and spray the area Niggas is quick to bury you Punk niggas feel inferior Guns make us superior Cats start acting scarier Situations get hairier, yo You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant The only blood in the street is when the government spilling it You could have a hand gun or a cannon And you still (?) without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of a 22 derringer a 38 long a 44 desert eagle a Glock Nine time to protect the fam I'm a cock mine I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lieing [Hook] Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak Gun man music never take shot back (oh!) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak (Come On) Ghetto Red Hot 'round the world you hear that (oh oh oh come on) Co Coi Coi Clack Clak Clak Clak Clak Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes!)(Brooklyn) Co Coi Coi Clak Clak Clak Clak Clak Ghetto red hot 'round the world you hear that In Jamaica (Kingston), In Brooklyn (Flatbush), In Ethiopia (Yep) We Go There and Back (Come On) To all my real live soldier cats where you at Dogs don't hold them back those the cats that go to strapped to blow a back [Talib Kweli] You could be whoever, a black panther or lap dancer when respect is the question folks coming with the gat answer Shoot at your feet like spider, you a tap dancer What am I amusing to you? You better have that answer Toys for guns, I got guns for toys Silencers bring the heat without bringing the noise Bringing the funk of dead bodies, go ahead bring in your boys You'll see the soul of black folk like W.E.B DuBois Israelies got tanks and Palestinians got rocks Inmates got shanks and dirty cops they got glocks We got tribes in Africa that listen to Pac fighting with brothers who pump Biggie like they live on the block [Hook] [Cocoa Brovaz] These are the tools of the trade that we use to get paid When we cruise on escapades and escalades with guns to blaze we been this ways since the younger days Safe from the hunger pains Pop Bang when the trouble came Pioneers of gun slang Supply you with them things a little something, something set fire to the game my system be thumping Co Coi Coi! the sounds of guns busting Co Coi Coi! your heart just start pumping [Talib Kweli] From a 22 derringer a 38 long a 44 desert eagle Time to protect the fam I 'ma cock mine I make the streets run red like a stop sign stop lying Gun Music y'all |
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