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Guns For Life
(专辑: Wu Block - 2012)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] I
love my heat, yeah, youknowhatitis You know it stay hot, just a
little tale about my gun Feel the
neck on that nigga, that's my homey, uh, yo, aiyo [Ghostface Killah] I
kept the
same gun for nine years, navy blue glock In the
blue safe, right upstairs I
make sure that little nigga stay warm, tuck him under my pillow Case the
robbers come, I
gotta perform Kiss him night-night, mwuah, read him bedtime stories Times I
just stared at him, the
glock forty His belly stay full, and he on a
strict diet I
feed him lead, he good, he at ease when fired Go to sleep Mr. Gat, I
had him doing doubles for two days And this the
only way I
get back Besides changing your diaper, me and your click Got niggas defecating in shit bags, they full of shit [Interlude: Sheek Louch] Yeah, that still my nigga though, son I
can't live without him Special relationship with that muthafucka You feel me right? You feel me, Ghost? Wu-Block, uh [Sheek Louch] I
known him ever since he was nine, now he 22 Thinking he 45, that nigga is live Like to come with me everywhere when I
drive Trouble maker same time, keep you alive His ego too big, he be getting pumped I
told him chill, he said it's better when you getting jumped No matter how you face it, now matter where you place me Since the
day that I
was born, I
ain't have safety He went from Y.O. to Staten, that's real talk He hung with Puff, he was with Shyne in Club New York Now he with me, he hurt him like Angelina Jolie With them babies, I
raised them up from 380's I
raised them up from 380's, I
raised them up from 380's [Interlude: Styles P] That Wu-Block shit, nigga, yeah [Styles P] I
still pour liquor after I
pop bottles Got a
friend named Deuce Nickel, the
cops got him Back then when the
coke price was rock bottom I
robbed a
lot of spots with him, and I'm not lying Then I
got knocked with him and the
cops kept him I
reminisce and get high over a
lot of weapons Got a
friend named Nine, caught up in the
murder one I
ain't seen him since, cuz my man had to murder son Homey named Thirty-Eight, he pop with him And it ain't too often that he's not with him Call 'em your guns, I
call 'em my friends Pop it off or keep it tucked, guess it all that depend, yeah
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