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Lyrics >> Artists - Letter T >> Talib Kweli >> Quality >> Gun Music

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Gun Music
From Quality
By Talib Kweli




[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 
 
 
[Thanks to  DubbleR88@aol.com  for these lyrics] 


        
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