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Gunplay ft. Gunplay
Rick Ross
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Run with me or run from me
If worse come to worse, it's only gon' be gunplay
Feel me nigga?
I'm sittin' at the table, countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be, but I got a few hundred
Lotta talk on the street like a nigga crossin' me
Well it's somethin' I gotta see
Is it how my chain swang, tat on my face
Tellin' lies gettin' niggas' wives tied up and raped
Similar to the mob, deeper than the rap
All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped
Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
Yeah they want a nigga dead, they envy my success
To be loved, to be loved
Oh what a feelin', hundred rounds in the trunk
Niggas gettin' whacked, no sympathy for the soft
Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss, champagne with the steak
Pink Rosรฉ, Jason, Ace by the case
(Brisco live too) Young nigga what it do?
He got a pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
That's love, we go back to the blue house
And if she bad enough, may take her to the new house
My Maserati be the new body
Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
I got her sleepin' in the king size
Last night I had that bitch sittin' ringside
You wanna go that route? (Go there)
I been on this road before (Uh huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah)
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss)
Both lives on the tip of my finger, yellin' "bring it"
I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
When I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time (Time)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine, ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'
My niggas so street, my Swishers so sweet
All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep?
Speculation of my deal, it was over 10 mil'
Blowin' herb, chauffeur must've hope it don't spill
Beat the case like Gotti, we the trill Murder Inc
I race, slip and slide, they'll rain me in a mink
Look Ted in the eye, it's the end of the road
And the birth of Maybach mean I'm gettin' mo' dough
Smellin' Christian Dior, I used to be poor
When you cross for the line boy, I'm your Lyor
Boobie Boys still, Boobie Boys real
You can name a lotta lames that the Boobie Boys kill
(Brisco live too) Young nigga what it do?
Say he got a couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
That's love, we go back to the blue house
And if he bought enough I may buy me a new house
You wanna go that route? (Go there)
I been on this road before (Uh huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah)
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss)
Both lives on the tip of my finger, yellin' "bring it"
I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
When I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time (Time)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine, ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'
Feelin' how I'm livin' it, damn near dyin' for every digit I get
Fuck they know 'bout that? I ain't never put shit on the line
Just shittin' they rhymes, I shoot a nigga's shit in the rhyme
These Internet niggas, these ain't a threat niggas
Never seen a laptop in the projects nigga
Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
Convicts ain't buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' and fryin' it
Don't get a nigga fired up behind some fuck shit
My nigga then what then? Who that?
Who that behind the curtain? I'll murk 'em
Wizard of Oz ass niggas hidin' behind money
Hidin' behind luxury, shootin' up all that fuck shit
It's gettin' ugly, got Torch on the line
Said he got a couple 9's, told him grab two
Cool, bring 'em on through
You wanna go that route? (Go there)
I been on this road before (Uh huh)
I know gunplay, you know gunplay (Yeah)
Shootin' for the win, but ready for the loss (For the loss)
Both lives on the tip of my finger, yellin' "bring it"
I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
When I'm swingin' that iron (That iron)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout time (Time)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine, ain't thinkin' 'bout dyin'
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