Gun Music
Title | Gun Music |
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Artist | Talib Kweli |
Album | Quality |
Release Date | 2002-11-19 |
Description | . |
Lyrics | [Part I] [Intro: Junior Cat] [?] [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Now If I'm out of town my crew take of ya bodies the more the merrier Point and spray the area, niggas is quick to bury ya 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 start the day Without the knowledge and wisdom and understanding of [Pre-Chorus: Talib Kweli] 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 lying [Chorus: Steele, Tek & Talib Kweli] P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Gun man music never take shot back P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Ghetto red hot 'round the world, you hear that? P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Gun man youth never take shot back (Yes) P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Ghetto red hot 'round the world, you hear that? In Jamaica, In Brooklyn In Ethiopia, we go there and back To all my real live soldier cats, where you at? Dogs don't hold them back Hose the cats that go to strapped to blow a back [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] You could be whoever: a black panther, a 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. Du Bois Israelis 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 You might also like[Chorus: Steele, Tek & Talib Kweli] P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Gun man music never take shot back P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Ghetto red hot 'round the world, you hear that? P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack Gun man youth never take shot back (Brooklyn) P-poi-poi, clack-clack-clack-clack-clack 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 Hose the cats that go to strapped to blow a back [Verse 3: Steele & Tek] 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 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 (P-poi-poi) the sounds of guns busting (P-poi-poi) your heart just start pumping [Outro: Talib Kweli] 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 lying Gun music y'all [Part II: B.J. Wineglass] [Interlude: Michael Rapaport & Talib Kweli] – Look, I'm here 'cause I gotta be straight up with you – Be straight up, B.J. – We're looking, the B.J. Wineglass to you, I mean… If you're Talib Quality to me, I'm B.J. Wineglass to you. Now listen, listen, the bottom line is I wanna get bigger, I wanna get better, alright? – Bigger is better – And I wanna get def-er… If you wanna quote the, you know, okay, James Todd… – Ladies Love, Ladies Love – Why not? Why shouldn't the ladies love him, he's a good lookin' guy? Why shouldn't they love him? I wish I had the pec's on that guy. Now listen to me, now what I'm talkin' about is… When we're in the expansion process, you-you-you're part of the team, you're part of the family, you're la familia, if I may, okay? And the bottom line is this… – So it's like LaCosta Nostra? – But listen, this is the deal |