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Mathematics - Gun Talk lyrics
feat. Buddah Bless, StreetLife [StreetLife] This is it, back in the mix and shit Verbal gymnast, watch how we flip the script Doors we split, money ain't rebuild the click Check the real shit Niggaz die for pose in they whips Now we rich and some niggaz smelling they piss I still murder anyone of y'all fucking with this We convicts, time served with no jail visits I'm out now and if you ain't rolling with this It's no love, it's no hugs, I ain't friends with ya And you can catch a slug if the Clan say 'Get Ya' Street Life do anything to get richer I'll murder you just to put my face in your picture Why it's like that? I don't play with rap I got dough to stack, a whole bowl of cracks In the blocks, it's slowing, I ain't going back So I'm fucking with Wu when I'm bringing my gats [multiple gun shots] [Hook: Buddah Bless] What's up? Is this nigga spitting off with the rules? What's going down? Absolut till the eighty is proof What it look like? The thug 'bout to get in a fight What it is? Yo it's just the club, man it's jumping tonight [Buddah Bless] This is it, go 'head nigga, start them shit I'ma beef on the streets with a monster click You put crills on your blills and I sponsored it Now mix a lil bit of 'dro with the choco stick Crack the Dutch, roll it up nigga, spark that shit I'm bringing flame to the game, I'm an arsonist And why these cops trying to catch me? I'ma get gold on ice like Wayne Gretzky Snipe like Wesley, flows I hawk and spit I ain't talking shit-it, walking with it Long forbid it, get lost, forget it I paid the cost and did |
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